And presently she stirred, and after a time she said softly-- "Phil ...

are you awake ?" "Yes, my dear," I said, sitting up, and feeling first for her, for love of the feel of her, and then in my pockets for my flint and steel.
"How still it is, and how very dark!" she whispered.
"I'll soon see how you're looking;" and my sparks caught in the tinder and I lit a candle.
"You slept very sound," said she, blinking at the light.
"I had not slept for nearly ninety hours, and they had held more for me than any ninety weeks before.

But it was rude of me to go off like that and leave you all alone." "You could no more help it than I can help being very hungry.

You have slept three days and three nights, I believe.

I wonder George Hamon is not back for us." "Let's look at the milk," I said, and tasted it and found it sweet.
"That's because the air here is so cool and even," said Carette.
"Well, I feel all the better, anyway, and so do you, I'll be bound.