Rachel did not realise that the toe was hers.
"You must try and lie still," she proceeded, "because if you lie still you will be less hot, and if you toss about you will make yourself more hot, and we don't want you to be any hotter than you are." She stood looking down upon Rachel for an enormous length of time.
"And the quieter you lie the sooner you will be well," she repeated.
Rachel kept her eyes fixed upon the peaked shadow on the ceiling, and all her energy was concentrated upon the desire that this shadow should move.

But the shadow and the woman seemed to be eternally fixed above her.

She shut her eyes.

When she opened them again several more hours had passed, but the night still lasted interminably.

The woman was still playing cards, only she sat now in a tunnel under a river, and the light stood in a little archway in the wall above her.