Thus, instead of a gently rising and falling tide, healthily recurrent, a flood of mixed longings that was swirling him into uncertain depths.

Those emeralds had bobbed up just in time.

The chase would serve to pull him out of this bog.
He heard a footstep and looked up.

The nurse was beckoning to him.
"What is it ?" "He's awake, and there is sanity in his eyes." "Great! Has he talked ?" "No.

The awakening happened just this moment, and I came to you.