Her first conscious sensation was that of almost intolerable thirst.

Her lips were blistered, her tongue and palate sore, and she asked herself in alarm what new evil was afflicting her, until she remembered the drenching she had received and the amount of salt-laden air that had passed into her lungs.

Nevertheless, she cried involuntarily for water, and again she was offered wine.

She managed to smile in a strained fashion at this malicious humor of fortune.

By a freak of memory she called to mind the somewhat similar predicament of the crew of a storm-tossed ship that she had once read about.