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He waved his hand at me and mended his pace.

I guessed that he was anxious to get his mission over as quickly as possible.

He barely gave himself time to shake hands with me and made a rush at the narrow glass door with the words Hotel Entrance on it.

It swung to behind his back with no more noise than the snap of a toothless jaw.
The absurd temptation to remain and see what would come of it got over my better judgment.