He had been wooing forgetfulness, and for the time being he had won.
Walking up the steep, winding trail that led to Nelson Flat cleared a little his fogged brain.

He began to remember what it was that he had been fighting to forget.

Marie's face floated sometimes before him, but the vision was misty and remote, like distant woodland seen through the gray film of a storm.

The thought of her filled him with a vague discomfort now when his emotions were dulled by the terrific strain he had wilfully put upon brain and body.

Resentment crept into the foreground again.