She, too, was suffering, but she had not shown it, for such was her way, he remembered.

A wave of sympathy obliterated his resentment.

He caught her in his arms, hungrily, and kissed her abandonedly.

He noticed that her skin was cold and moist.
"Oh, Jim," she murmured again, weakly.
"It's so long, isn't it ?" Then she added, with a little catch of the breath, as though even that momentary embrace were a joy too costly to be countenanced, "Turn on the lights, quick!" "I can't," he told her.

"I've cut the wires." He felt at her blindly, through the muffling blackness.