Then, if anyone did spy upon her they would not see the dark scarf which united her wrist with the door.
In spite of the danger of her situation she had the utmost difficulty in keeping awake.

The rumble of the train had a very somnolent effect, and once or twice she started up, fearing that she had been slumbering.

Once she experienced a tightening sensation in her throat, and sprang to the floor, seeing the rising gas somehow made visible, the colour of blood.
The scarf drew her to her knees, and for a moment she thought someone clutched her wrist.

Panting, she undid the scarf and flooded the room with light.

Her heart was beating wildly, but all was still, save the ever-present rumble of the train rushing through the darkness over the boundless plains of Russia.