IITIME PASSES1'Well, we must wait for the future to show,' saidMr Bankes, coming in from the terrace.

'It's almost too dark to see,' said Andrew, comingup from the beach.

'One can hardly tell which is the sea and which isthe land,' said Prue.

'Do we leave that light burning?' said Lily asthey took their coats off indoors.

'No,' said Prue, 'not if every one's in.'

'Andrew,' she called back, 'just put out the lightin the hall.'

One by one the lamps were all extinguished, exceptthat Mr Carmichael, who liked to lie awake a littlereading Virgil, kept his candle burning rather longerthan the rest.2

So with the lamps all put out, the moon sunk, anda thin rain drumming on the roof a downpouring ofimmense darkness began. Nothing, it seemed, couldsurvive the flood, the profusion of darkness which,creeping in at keyholes and crevices, stole roundwindow blinds, came into bedrooms, swallowed uphere a jug and basin, there a bowl of red and yellow
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