In another moment, in his already dazed condition, he might have succumbed to some sensuous memory of her former fascinations, but he threw it off savagely now, with a quick and bitter recalling of her deceit and his own weakness.

Turning his back upon the scene with a half-superstitious tremor, he plunged once more into the trackless covert.

But he was conscious that his eyesight was gradually growing dim and his strength falling.

He was obliged from time to time to stop and rally his sluggish senses, that seemed to grow heavier under some deadly exhalation that flowed around him.

He even seemed to hear familiar voices,--but that must be delusion.