The Tidal Wave and Other Stories

stones cut her feet again and again, but she never felt the pain. She went as one w

tamped out of her as by the cruel pressure of a hot iron. She had ceased to feel the agony of it; somehow she did not think that she ever could feel pain again. The nerve tissues had be

ore to meet her lover. She went to her room and changed into her own clothes. The suit that had belonged to Rufus so long ago she laid aw

, but she wound it about her head without noticing. The light was growing, and she peered at herself

so insistent as it had been. The waves, though mountainous still, were gradually receding from the sh

e house and turned back into t

stood half open; she heard the cheery crackling of the newly lighted fire before she entered. And

ped upon the wall like a fantastic monster of the deep. She recoi

above a thick bull-neck. He was bending slightly over the fire at her entrance, but, hearing her,

light of the flames, gazing at her with eyes of awful blue that were as bu

t rocked her, caught her, engulfed her. She went down into them, and as the tossing darkness received her, her last thought was