He turned and walked across the floor and out. I watched the door close. I listened to his steps going away down the imitation marble corridor. After a while they got faint, then they got silent. I kept on listening anyway.
Raymond ChandlerAbout author
- Author's profession: Writer
- Nationality: american
- Born: July 23, 1888
- Died: March 26, 1959
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