Her plan, deliberately conceived as a follow-up to what had happened out under the stars the night before, was to swim out to it and wait for him in the cabin.

She knew, no one so well, that it was in the nature of a forlorn hope, but she was desperate.

She loved him intransitively, to the utter extinction of the little light of modesty which her hand-to-mouth existence had left burning.

She wanted love or death, and she was going to put up this last fight for love with all the unscrupulousness of a lovesick woman.
She saw two people coming towards the cottage, a tall, fair, sun-tanned youth, hatless and frank-eyed like Martin, and-- She got up.

A cold hand seemed suddenly to have been placed on her heart.