A candle was burning dimly on a large dressing-case, and by its flickering light, as soon as my uncle had gone, I looked about me and tried to think with calmness on the experience I had passed through.

Bolting the door securely, I threw open one of the window blinds.

To my surprise the first light of dawn was visible in the sky.

My room was in the rear of the house.

Between me and the high wall was a dense tangle of underbrush, barely visible in the dim light.