I walked up the lane -- I had promised him to stand near that corner for five minutes, and I stood there in the deepening dusk, looking up towards the downs and the sea. There were pale stars. Everything was very still. Five minutes is a long time. I held my watch in my hand. Four -- four and a quarter --four and a half. Five. I turned instantly. And then I saw that he …
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…him so badly! You may think perhaps that I am talking nonsense. However it's on windy, rainy days, that I am not so sure if this reasonable explanation is right or wrong.. Particularly on stormy mornings, the memory of that awful violet car comes back so vividly that I'm overcomed by fear and guilt again. The full horror of it is something I cannot fail to remember. But you're right. I may be talking nonsense.