It was burning hot though she was wet through, and chilled to the bone with the raw damp of the night.

A fierce fever of mind and body had taken hold of her, worn out as she was with emotion, hunger, and protracted exposure.

But her brain was clear enough; she never remembered its being so clear before.

Every thought that came into her mind seemed to present itself with startling strength, standing out alone against a black background of nothingness, not softened down and shaded one into another as thoughts generally are.

She seemed to see herself wandering away--alone, utterly alone, alone for ever!--while in the far distance John stood holding Bessie by the hand, gazing after her regretfully.