Every motion was insufferable pain, and he was sick.

He dragged himself from the station into a cab, feeling his way step by step, like a blind man, and held up only by a dim will.
For a week or two he was ill, but he did not let Hermione know, and she thought he was sulking; there was a complete estrangement between them.
She became rapt, abstracted in her conviction of exclusive righteousness.

She lived in and by her own self-esteem, conviction of her own rightness of spirit..