Seven Letters Concerning the Politics of Switzerland: Pending the Outbreak of the Civil War in 1847 (1876)

I don’t know what you’re talking about, Linda said, confused. My name is Linda, and I don’t know anyone named Francis. And I just met you today, so how could I be stalking you?
Listen, I really don’t have time for your games. I’ve told you before, you’re going to have to realize what I did and keep doing is for your own good. Frankie was walking in circles around Linda, making it impossible for her to keep him in sight without causing herself extreme pain. I don’t understand why you don’t just stay gone and leave me in peace. Now he bent close, forcing Francis to look directly into his eyes. Please, mister. I’ll leave you alone. I won’t say anything to anyone if you’ll just let me go. Linda began to cry. Maybe she wasn’t the smartest person in the world, but she wasn’t any dummy either. Linda knew the guy was nuts, and that made him dangerous.