LOVERS She came haltingly, clinging with both hands to the rail of the veranda, her white face staring upwards in terror and instinctive appeal.

She was like an insect dragging itself away from destruction, with drenched and battered wings.
He saw her coming and stiffened.

It was his vision returned to him, but till she came within reach of him he was afraid to move.

He stood upright against the wall, every mad instinct of his blood fiercely awake and clamouring.
The noise and wind increased.

It swirled along the veranda.