"I can see nothing, except the boats drawn up on the beach." "_I_ can see nothing either, Lucy." "And yet you are trembling as if there was something dreadful in the view from this door." "There _is_ something dreadful! I feel it, though I see nothing.

I feel it, nearer and nearer in the empty air, darker and darker in the sunny light.

I don't know what it is.

Take me away! No.

Not out on the beach.
I can't pass the door.