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like the surge of some immense, implacable sea.
She swayed a little, clutching at the door for support.

Then the throbbing ceased, and she was only conscious of a solitude so intense that it seemed to press about her like a tangible thing.
Swiftly, on feet of terror, she crossed the room and stood looking down at the motionless figure of her uncle.

His face was turned towards the sun, and wore an expression of complete happiness and content, as though he had just found something for which he had been searching.