Love and lavender, he thought, perhaps wistfully. At the eastern gate of the churchyard stood the carriage with the steps lowered. She tried to compose her thoughts, to think of the last six months, to steep herself in the calm beauty of the surroundings. His salary was a few paltry hundreds a year. The stench was cheese-like and unbearable and Lucy dry-heaved. She hated it, she hated the mission-house; she hated the sleek lagoon, the palms, the burning sky. She inhaled a deep breath of air—London air. And they’ll shut the gates presently. She meant to leave anyway, or so she would tell herself later. And it's uncanny. The day was unseasonably humid and dark, a thick fog having descended over manicured lawns. Her life hangs upon a thread, and this may snap it. It was really most vivid, most vivid! You seemed to be slipping and just going to tumble and holding on.
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