It was as though the sun should fail one morning to rise upon the world, and men should stand hopeless of day for ever.
She wondered vaguely whither she had been brought.

At one moment she seemed to have been waiting an eternity in this unknown room, Julian's face and voice unspeakably remote; then again she would look round and wonder that she no longer saw the hare walls and barred window of her cell, the present seeming only a dream.

All the processes of her mind were slow, sinewless.

She tried to hope for something, to expect that something would happen, but could not summon the energy.

Resentment, revolt, bitterness of spirit, of these things she knew just as little.
They had been strong enough within her at first, but how long ago that seemed! She had no thought of time in the present; to sit waiting for an hour meant as little as to wait five minutes; such was the habit that had become impressed upon her by interminable days and nights.
When at length she heard a knock at the door it filled her with fear; she started to her feet and looked with unintelligent eyes at the woman who again presented herself.
"Do you feel better, 'm ?" the landlady asked.