I was conscious of a raging hunger and of a fierce excitement that made the thought of sleep part of a past of phantoms.

I began to eat unconsciously, pacing up and down the while.

She was standing beside the table in the glow of the transparent light.

Pallid blue lines showed in the long windows.

It was very cold and hideously late; away in those endless small hours when the pulse drags, when the clock-beat drags, when time is effaced.
"You see ?" she said suddenly.
"Oh, I see," I answered--"and ...