Once again she called out: "Who's there?" And again, no answer. It had been like this for years now. Her standing in the doorway to an empty apartment, calling out for someone, anyone, but always NO ANSWER. Over My Dead Body, 1893, by Ramon Casas (thanks Jennifer McD for pointing me to his work!)
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