I declare I'm almost afraid to go to the door. She had, by the magic of recollection, set the picture of the typhoon between herself and her table companions: the terrible rollers thundering on the white shore, the deafening bellow of the wind, the bending and snapping palms, the thatches of the native huts scattering inland, the blur of sand dust, and those two outcasts defying the elements. Two persons possessing a more comfortable stock of assurance could not be readily found. Lucy stepped inside. In olden days it boasted a chapel, dedicated to Saint Thomas; beneath which there was a crypt curiously constructed amid the arches, where "was sepultured Peter the Chaplain of Colechurch, who began the Stone Bridge at London:" and it still boasted an edifice (though now in rather a tumbledown condition) which had once vied with a palace,—we mean Nonesuch House. . ” The two women shook hands. She was instinctively aware of him as she had been of Julian. That is what terrified her: the consciousness that nothing in her life would be continuous, that she would no sooner form friendships (like the present) than relentless fate would thrust her into a new circle. From the opposite corner under the trees a man with his hat slouched over his eyes stood and glowered at them. She loved to be there, taking part in it all, breathing it, being it. He seemed like a very intelligent doctor and not at all like a snooty archbishop.
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