Torture born in the brain throbbed through every part of her body.

But worse was that ghastly sense of utter loneliness, of being forsaken by human sympathy.

The cloud about her thickened; it muffled light and sound, and began to obscure even her memories.
For a long time Mrs.Wade had sat silent.

At length she rose, glanced at Lilian, and, without speaking left the room.
She went upstairs and into her bed-chamber, and here stood for a few minutes in the dark, purposeless.

Then she seated herself in a low chair that was by the bed side.