Terrington raised himself slightly, and so stayed all the night.
The agonies that he suffered from cold, cramp, and the stubborn struggle with fatigue passed what he had thought possible to human endurance.
In the gray of the morning she opened her eyes again.
"Nevile!" she exclaimed, as though she had but just parted with him in a dream.
She had pushed in wonderment her hands against him, and he fell over as though his arms had been cut off. She stared an instant at his grotesque efforts to move, then with a sudden passion of enlightenment seized his useless arms.
"Nevile, Nevile!" she cried, "what have you done for me? You've saved my life."
He smiled dimly, trying to lift himself upon his elbows, but dropped back again.
"Have I?" he said.
Her left arm went like a snake about his shoulder, and her face came down quick and close to his.
"Why did you do it?" she asked almost angrily.