She was glad to get away--away from the endless rows of shops and houses, from the unceasing throngs of indifferent people, back to the lonely moors of Cornwall, to look down from the rocks at the sea, and breathe the keen gusty air.
As the journey advanced and the train swept farther west she became dull, languid, almost inert.

Lack of food and the previous night's exposure induced in her a feeling of giddiness which at times had in it something of the nature of delirium.

In this state her mind turned persistently to Thalassa, and the object of her return to him.

She was struggling towards him, up great heights, under a nightmare burden.

She seemed to see him standing there with his hands outstretched, ready to lift the burden off her shoulders if she could only reach him.