We could hear it all so clearly that none could doubt the existence of passages between the two caves.
We sat and listened to it, and ate at times, but could not talk much for the uproar.

But for me it was enough to sit with Carette inside my arm and close against my heart, and there was something in that long swelling roar and sighing sob which, after a while, set weights on the eyelids and the senses and disposed one to sleep.

For a time we counted the coming of the larger wave, and then the countings grew confused and we fell asleep.
As a matter of fact we lost all count of time in that dark place.

When we woke we ate again by lantern light, and though either one of us alone must have fallen into melancholy as black as the place, being together, and having that within us which made for glad hearts, we were very well content, though still hoping soon to be out again in the free air and sunshine.
My arm gave me little pain.

Aunt Jeanne's simples had taken the fire out of the wound, and kept the muscles of an even temper.