A feeling of exultation overtook her, as if some power of
significant import had been given her soul. She grew daring and
reckless, overestimating her strength. She wanted to swim far
out, where no woman had swum before. (28)
She went on and on. She remembered the night she swam far
out, and recalled the terror that seized her at the fear of being
unable to regain the shore. She did not look back now, but went
on and on, thinking of the blue-grass meadow that she had
traversed when a little child, believing that it had no beginning
and no end. (113-114)