Nature had never intended her for the wife of a backwoodsman.

At times she felt an almost unendurable craving for the ordinary luxuries of civilisation.

The bathing appliances here--or rather, the lack of them--were often positive torture to her.

She hated the food--continual coarse beef varied by stringy goats' flesh or game from the lagoon.

She had come to loathe wild duck--when the men had time to shoot it.