He was sleeping with his face lying on the table.

Something in his attitude made her feel tired of things.

The lamp was burning smokily; she could tell by the copper colour of the light.

She tapped at the window more and more noisily.
Almost it seemed as if the glass would break.

Still he did not wake up.
After vain efforts, she began to shiver, partly from contact with the stone, and from exhaustion.