"And I thought--I thought--Oh, I hate you!" "That's better," said Dick.

"Go ahead and hit me if you want.

The madder you get the better you'll feel." For a moment I thought she was going to take him at his word; then her anger fled.
"Thanks--Dick," she said quietly.
And while I sat studying Ventnor, they put together a meal from the stores, brewed tea over the spirit-lamp with water from the bubbling spring.

In these commonplaces I knew that she at least was finding relief from that strain of the abnormal under which we had labored so long.

To my surprise I found that I was hungry, and with deep relief I watched Ruth partake of food and drink even though lightly.
About her seemed to hover something of the ethereal, elusive, and disquieting.