Once sure of its presence there, she would return, take off her clothing and seek refreshment.
But how was she to find her way in such absolute darkness?
Alone with the dying tempest, now moaning in fitful gusts, now shrieking a last protest in her ear, she stood peering helplessly before her.

Already her arms had gone out like those of a blind person loosed upon an unknown road.

She was conscious of a great fear.

All the solitude of her position had rushed upon her.

She felt herself lost, forsaken; yet she had no idea of turning back.