A larger log was thrown on the fire, and the huge chimney glowed like a furnace, but it did not seem to melt or subdue a single line of the hard faces that it lit.

In half an hour later, the furs which had served as chairs by day undertook the nightly office of mattresses, and each received its owner's full-length figure.

Mr.Tryan had not returned, and I missed George.

I sat there until, wakeful and nervous, I saw the fire fall and shadows mount the wall.

There was no sound but the rushing of the wind and the snoring of the sleepers.