He turned his eyes and stared at Miss Garvice like one who wakes from a reverie, and then got up and strolled down the laboratory toward his refuge, the preparation-room. She had never seen so much food in her life as she saw at her own wedding feast. The man looked as though he would have liked to deny it, but could not. His science was a shared secret between them and she felt special to be trusted with them. That is what terrified her: the consciousness that nothing in her life would be continuous, that she would no sooner form friendships (like the present) than relentless fate would thrust her into a new circle. It was a port of call, since fortnightly a British mail-boat dropped her mudhook in the bay. Then she looked up at Brendon.
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