But he would lift her out of it, take her beyond! That BEYOND! on her letter was like a cry for rescue.

He knew that Perseus's task is not done when he has loosed Andromeda's chains, for her limbs are numb with bondage, and she cannot rise and walk, but clings to him with dragging arms as he beats back to land with his burden.

Well, he had strength for both--it was her weakness which had put the strength in him.
It was not, alas, a clean rush of waves they had to win through, but a clogging morass of old associations and habits, and for the moment its vapours were in his throat.

But he would see clearer, breathe freer in her presence: she was at once the dead weight at his breast and the spar which should float them to safety.

He smiled at the whirl of metaphor with which he was trying to build up a defence against the influences of the last hour.