text:  Half-conscious of her own dangerous prostration of soul and mind under its power she turned from the dear object and rested her forehead against the trunk of their old tree of assignation; and a steady sadder shower of tears relieving her full heart followed this storm of various and rapid emotions sweeping over one weakened mind like thunderclouds charged with electric fire borne on a whirlwind over a whole landscape in a few minutes of mingled gloom and glory