My sense of how he received this suffered for a minute from something that I can describe only as a fierce split of my attention -- a stroke that at first, as I sprang straight up, reduced me to the mere blind movement of getting hold of him, drawing him close, and, while I just fell for support against the nearest piece of furniture, instinctively keeping him with his back to the window.

The appearance was full upon us that I had already had to deal with here: Peter Quint had come into view like a sentinel before a prison.

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