José — page 168: what you’re looking at

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JOSE. 161 The girl could now feel the blood rush in tingling torrents to her heart, at the thought of a possible rescue, and breathing a silent prayer, she raised herself in her chair. Again the knocks came, louder than before, and in another second the door was pushed in witha loud crash. Mary saw a crowd of men enter, heard the cry: “There she is!” and sank to the floor senseless, completely overcome. Thenceforward all was night around her. It was like a dream to her—a dream in which she caught an occasional glimpse of sunshine and verdant meadows, soon followed by dismal darkness. When she again recovered her consciousness she was lying in her room at the fort, into which a slanting ray of the setting sun had forced its way, suffusing the walls with golden glory.. For a while she lay thus, unable to think clearly. Gradually the busy scenes of her late adventure came back to her mind like the lingering recollections of a dream. Turning her head she saw Hattie seated at a small table near her couch, the sewing with which she appeared to have been engaged lying in her lap, and the old lady attentively examining her small dagger. As though a dense cloud were suddenly lifted from her brain, all that had taken place presented itself to her like a flash; but an utter mental prostration seemed to have deprived her recollections of any reviving power. Long she lay, looking before her and recalling one by one the changing scenes of her escapades—she was again an inmate of the fort: the fond illusions which she had indulged concern- ing the accomplishment of her purposes lay before her, defeated and punished like the whims of a stubborn child—all her efforts to resist her irksome GEomicboo S) (eo)