Ruth put out the candles, and sat patiently by him for a long time, fancying he would awaken refreshed.

The room grew cool in the night air; but Ruth dared not rouse him from what appeared to be sound, restoring slumber.

She covered him with her shawl, which she had thrown over a chair on coming in from their twilight ramble.

She had ample time to think; but she tried to banish thought.

At last, his breathing became quick and oppressed, and, after listening to it for some minutes with increasing affright, Ruth ventured to waken him.