Later, I moved into the little bathing house of a Siamese noble ; it lay overshadowed by palms close to the sea outside the village.
It was still new, simply built and clean. A few pieces of cane furniture stood on the veranda. I had a table for the first time after a lonA interval, and was thankful to be for a few days completely withdrawn from the troubles of my wandering life.
In a flash the memory of former times awoke in me, and I made up my mind in this quiet spot to relieve my weary soul at last and write down what bad so filled my life for weeks and months, all the bright series of varied experiences, so that I might gain fresh strength and courage. On the very first evening I sat down at the splendid table with a bright lamp, but, instead of being able to do what I thought I must, I found my thoughts constantly wandering as again and again I threw myself down on my lounge and looked over the sea, or listened to the murmur of voices coming from the road into the village. And I felt as if some heavy misfortune had happened to my soul ; I had a dreadful presentiment that perhaps I too had fallen a victim to that animal