Yet all the time, she knew, she really knew, that it was someone sitting in the chair—someone whom she couldn’t see.
Yet all the time, she knew, she really knew, that it was someone sitting in the chair—someone whom she couldn’t see. Someone cruel, implacable, waiting to destroy her, waiting to destroy them all. Was it Belasco? she thought in horror. What if he were suddenly to appear, gigantic, terrifying, smiling at her as he rocked? There’s no one there! she forced herself to think. No one there at all!
The chair rocked slowly back and forth. Back and forth.
