Women in Love

In the train, however, he felt ill. Every motion was insufferable pain,

and he was sick. He dragged himself from the station into a cab,

feeling his way step by step, like a blind man, and held up only by a

dim will.

For a week or two he was ill, but he did not let Hermione know, and she

thought he was sulking; there was a complete estrangement between them.

She became rapt, abstracted in her conviction of exclusive

righteousness. She lived in and by her own self-esteem, conviction of

her own rightness of spirit.