She was beginning to feel that the sound in some fashion expressed a curse.
When she was ready at length, she stood for a second or two to gather her strength.

She still felt ill and dizzy, as though the world she knew had suddenly fallen away from her and left her struggling in unimaginable space, like a swimmer in deep waters.

But she conquered her weakness, and, drawing aside the tent-flap once more, she stepped forth.
The morning sun struck full upon her.

It was as if the whole earth rushed to meet her in a riot of rejoicing; but she was in some fashion outside and beyond it all.

The glow could not reach her.
With a sharp sense of revulsion, she saw the deformed man squatting close to her, his _chuddah_-draped head lodged upon his knees.