CHAPTER XXXIX.
RELIEF.
It was dark, utterly dark, when she woke.

For a minute she could not remember where she was.

The candle had burned out: it must be late.

The baby was on her lap--still, very still.

One faint gleam of satisfaction crossed her "during dark" at the thought that he slept so peacefully, hidden from the gloom which, somehow, appeared to be all the same gloom outside and inside of her.