seven o'clock
Even that made Janet smile ! But Ditmar was strong , he was powerful , he was a Fact , why not go back to him and let him absorb and destroy her ? That annihilation would be joy ... . It could not have been much later than seven o'clock when she found herself opposite the familiar , mulberry-shingled Protestant church . The light from its vestibule made a gleaming square on the wet sidewalk , and into this area , from the surrounding darkness , came silhouetted figures of men and women holding up umbrellas ; some paused for a moment 's chat , their voices subdued by an awareness of the tabernacle . At the sight of this tiny congregation something stirred within her . She experienced a twinge of surprise at the discovery that other people in the world , in Hampton , were still leading tranquil , untormented existences .