Thenceforth, to her great bewilderment and Hozier's manifest annoyance, he pestered her with compliments and inquiries.

To avoid both, she expressed a longing for sleep.

It seemed to her excited imagination that she would never be able to sleep again, yet her limbs were scarcely composed in comfort on a litter of coarse grass and parched seaweed than her eyes closed in the drowsiness of sheer exhaustion.

This respite was altogether helpful.

She had slept but little during the gale, and its tremendous climax had surprised her vitality at a low ebb.
When she awoke, the ravine was in shadow and the interior of the cave was dark.