But they were only dim points of light in the midst of that murky ball of smoke.
In that thick atmosphere there was little possibility of illumination.
I ran across to Margaret, guided by her white dress, and caught hold of her and held her hand.

She recognised my anxiety and said at once: "I am all right." "Thank God!" I said.

"How are the others?
Quick, let us open all the windows and get rid of this smoke!" To my surprise, she answered in a sleepy way: "They will be all right.

They won't get any harm." I did not stop to inquire how or on what ground she formed such an opinion, but threw up the lower sashes of all the windows, and pulled down the upper.

Then I threw open the door.
A few seconds made a perceptible change as the thick, black smoke began to roll out of the windows.