To her confused consciousness they appeared to blaze down at her.
"No," she muttered, feebly trying to push the glass away.
The effort of moving her arm seemed stupendous.

Her head swam with it.
The sea of fog came rolling back again, and this time she sank under it at once.
Then--after an immensity of time, she was sure--she felt herself struggling up to the surface once more.

She was lying rocking gently on the top of the waves now; the sensation was very peaceful and pleasant.
A little breeze played across her face.

She drew in deep breaths of the cool air, but she did not open her eyes.

Presently a murmur of voices penetrated her consciousness.
"She's coming round again." A man was speaking.