Instinctively I threw open my front door, and it seemed to me that the sun and the wind and the birds were calling.
So I walked northwards down on the beach, across the grass-sprinkled sandhills and the mud-bottomed marshes.

I walked with my cap stuffed in my pocket, my head bared to the freshening wind, and all the way I met no living creature.

As I walked, my thoughts, which had been concentrated for these last few days upon my work, went back to that terrible half-hour at Braster Grange.

I thought of Ray.

I realized now that for days past I had been striving not to think of him.