A large man in clerical clothes was sitting on a deck-chair reading a book.

There was nothing novel about the stranger, and I cannot explain the impulse which made me wish to see his face.

I moved a few steps up the deck, and then I saw that his skin was black.

I went a little farther, and suddenly he raised his eyes from his book and looked round.

It was the face of the man who had terrified me years ago on the Kirkcaple shore.
I spent the rest of the day in a brown study.