At last I thought of pounding on the gutter-spout, which I did till I roused the landlord.

But I had been at least fifteen minutes in the street, and was fairly numbed.

The landlord was obliged to open the room and light my lamp, because I could not use my fingers.
If I had been intoxicated, which I do not believe, the cold would have sobered me, for what happened is as distinct as if it had occurred yesterday.
I undressed, went to bed, and when I was roused by a strange burning sensation in my throat I felt so weak that I could scarcely lift my arm.

There was a peculiar taste of blood in my mouth, and as I moved I touched something moist.

But my exhaustion was so great that I fell asleep again, and the dream which followed was so delightful that I did not forget it.