Such brilliant descriptive writing.

Even in the midst of my terrible anxiety, I used to be carried right away from all my surroundings.

Of course I do not yet know the end; but when you are able to work again we can talk it all over, and you will tell me." His sad face brightened.

A look of real gladness came into it; the first she had seen for so long.
"I am glad it is all right," he said, simply.

"I thought it was.