She was exhausted, careless, afraid to stumble, ready to fall.

She fancied she could hear his breathing.

A wave of languid warmth overtook her, she seemed to lose touch with the ground under her feet; and when she felt him slip his hand under her arm she made no attempt to disengage herself from that grasp which closed upon her limb, insinuating and firm.
He conducted her through the dangers of the quayside.

Her sight was dim.
A moving truck was like a mountain gliding by.

Men passed by as if in a mist; and the buildings, the sheds, the unexpected open spaces, the ships, had strange, distorted, dangerous shapes.