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hard　push　and　the　hose　was　yours。　Danny　could　see　that　much；　he　was　good　at

seeing　how　things　worked。　By　the　time　he　was　two　and　a　half　he　had　been

unlocking　the　protective　gate　his　father　had　installed　at　the　top　of　the　stairs

in　the　Stovington　house。　He　had　seen　how　the　lock　worked。　His　daddy　said　it　was

a　NACK。　Some　people　had　the　NACK　and　some　people　didnt。

This　fire　extinguisher　was　a　little　older　than　others　he　had　seen　—　the　one　in

the　nursery　school；　for　instance　—　but　that　was　not　so　unusual。　Nonetheless　it

filled　him　with　faint　unease；　curled　up　there　against　the　light　blue　wallpaper

like　a　sleeping　snake。　And　he　was　glad　when　it　was　out　of　sight　around　the

corner。

〃Of　course　all　the　windows　have　to　be　shuttered；〃　Mr。　Ullman　said　as　they

stepped　back　into　the　elevator。　Once　again　the　car　sank　queasily　beneath　their

feet。　〃But　Im　particularly　concerned　about　the　one　in　the　Presidential　Suite。

The　original　bill　on　that　window　was　four　hundred　and　twenty　dollars；　and　that

was　over　thirty　years　ago。　It　would　cost　eight　times　that　to　replace　today。〃

〃Ill　shutter　it；〃　Jack　said。

They　went　down　to　the　second　floor　where　there　were　more　rooms　and　even　more

twists　and　turns　in　the　corridor。　The　light　from　the　windows　had　begun　to　fade

appreciably　now　as　the　sun　went　behind　the　mountains。　Mr。　Ullman　showed　them　one

or　two　rooms　and　that　was　all。　He　walked　past　217；　the　one　Dick　Hallorann　had

warned　him　about；　without　slowing。　Danny　looked　at　the　bland　number…plate　on　the

door　with　uneasy　fascination。

Then　down　to　the　first　floor。　Mr。　Ullman　didnt　show　them　into　any　rooms　here

until　they　had　almost　reached　the　thickly　carpeted　staircase　that　led　down　into

the　lobby　again。　〃Here　are　your　quarters；〃　he　said。　〃I　think　youll　find　them

adequate。〃

They　went　in。　Danny　was　braced　for　whatever　might　be　there。　There　was　nothing。

Wendy　Torrance　felt　a　strong　surge　of　relief。　The　Presidential　Suite；　with　its

cold　elegance；　had　made　her　feel　awkward　and　clumsy　—　it　was　all　very　well　to

visit　some　restored　historical　building　with　a　bedroom　plaque　that　announced

Abraham　Lincoln　or　Franklin　D。　Roosevelt　had　slept　there；　but　another　thing

entirely　to　imagine　you　and　your　husband　lying　beneath　acreages　of　linen　and

perhaps　making　love　where　the　greatest　men　in　the　world　had　once　lain　（the　most

powerful；　anyway；　she　amended）。　But　this　apartment　was　simpler；　homier；　almost

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