She felt very miserable, it is true, but it was at finding that the evident impossibility of returning thither for a long time, woke in her pleasure and not pain.

So utterly altered was the look of everything, that had she come upon it unexpectedly, she would not have recognized either place or house.

They went up to a door.

She seemed never to have seen it; but when they entered, she knew it as one from the hall into a passage, which, with what it led to, being gone, the inner had become an outer door.

A quantity of sand was heaped up in the hall, and the wainscot was wet and swelled and bulging.