He turned on his right side and fell asleep again.
He was not to sleep restfully that night.

He waked again, but very slowly, and without any movement of his body.

He lay with his face towards the door, dreamily considering that the landlord, for all his pride in his new paint, had employed a bad workman who had left a black strip of the door unpainted,--a fairly wide strip, too, which his host should never have overlooked.
Wogan was lazily determining to speak to the landlord about it when his half-awakened mind was diverted by a curious phenomenon, a delusion of the eyes such as he had known to have befallen him before when he had stared for a long while on any particular object: the strip of black widened and widened.

Wogan waited for it to contract, as it would be sure to do.

But it did not contract, and--so Wogan waked up completely.
He waked up with a shock of the heart, with all his senses startled and strained.