Presently they threw up their hands and evidently began to shout, though I could not hear what they said.

At that moment I saw my friend Bill Hahn running in the road, his coat skirts flapping heavily about his legs.

When they met they almost fell into another's arms.
I suppose it was so that the early Christians, those who hid in the Roman catacombs, were wont to greet one another.
So I sat thinking.
"A man," I said to myself, "who can regard himself as a function, not an end of creation, has arrived." After a time I got up and walked down the hill--some strange force carrying me onward--and came thus to the city of Kilburn..