Lane saw the casement of his window grow gray with the glimmering light of dawn.

After that he slept several hours.

When he awoke it was nine o'clock.

The long night with its morbid dreams and thoughts had passed, and in the sunshine of day he saw things differently.
To move, to get up was not an easy task.

It took stern will, and all the strength of muscle he had left, and when he finally achieved it there was a clammy dew of pain upon his face.