I thought I was doing right.

It's all gone wrong.
Oh! these last two days! what I've suffered!" Now for the first time in the history of the whole affair Olva Dune may be said to have felt sheer physical terror, not terror of the mist, of the road, of the darkness, of the night, but terror of physical things--of the loss of light and air, of the denial of food, of physical death.

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