the man , hand clamped over his mouth , entered the lobby , shook his magazine , made an annoyed face with one eye hard shut , tossed the ruined thing in the general direction of the trash and then , shaking his sleeves of thick moisture , the thit-thit of this against the wall bullet hard , he approached , stood idle , coughing inside of his throat , giving three quick hisses of air out his nose , his eyes closing through the length of these sounds .