10/20 The minutes crawled slowly along. He lost all measure of time, because he read with delight, and at last he found himself invaded by that soft physical peace which heralds the approach of sleep. He roused himself; he wanted to read: he was in one of the most interesting passages he had yet come to. But presently the sweet enemy was again within his outworks. Once more he roused himself, heard the storm raving on--over buried graves and curtained beds, heedless of human heeding--fell a-listening to its shriek-broken roar, and so into a soundless and dreamless sleep. |