She knew she was losing her reason, but she had known that, ever since she first looked down from the top of the cliff, and saw the broken wings floating on the sea. Now, with her Boy in her arms, her one idea was to get away from the Professor; away from the coast-guardsmen; away from the crowd.
Turning her back upon the beach, she staggered along the breakwater, toward the open sea.
"I will take him away," she repeated; "I will take him away."
Then her foot slipped. She still held the Boy, but she felt herself falling.
She closed her eyes.
She never knew which she struck first, the stone breakwater, or the sea——
THE SEVENTH DAY
THE STONE IS ROLLED AWAY
When Christobel recovered consciousness and opened her eyes, she found herself in bed, in her own room, at home.