Louie still sat in the opposite corner as stiffly as before, but over the great staring eyes the lids had just fallen, sorely against their owner's will; the head was dropping against the rock; the child was fast asleep.

It occurred to David she looked odd; the face seemed so grey and white.

He instinctively took his own blanket and put it over her.

The silence and helplessness of her sleep seemed to appeal to him, to change his mood towards her, for the action was brotherly and tender.

Then he pushed the stone aside and crept out on to the moor.
There he stood for a while, with his hands in his pockets, marking time to warm himself.