He had a shrewd idea that the sight of the sky and God's greenery would be the best medicine for her after her fright.

He lifted her in his strong arms as he used to do when she was a very little child and had got tired in their walks together; and carried her to the door.
She lent herself unconsciously to the movement, holding fast with her arm round his neck as she used to do.

In her clinging was the expression of her trust in him.

The little sigh with which she laid her head on his shoulder was the tribute to his masculine power, and her belief in it.
Every instant her senses were coming back to her more and more.

The veil of oblivion was passing from her half-closed eyes, as the tide of full remembrance swept in upon her.