She pulled down the window to shut out these sounds, but the room became so stuffy and hot without even this slight ventilation, as to oblige her opening it again.

As a compromise she hauled down the curtain, a green paper affair, torn badly, and which occasionally flapped in the wind with a startling noise.
The bed-clothing, once turned back and inspected, was of a nature to prevent the girl from disrobing; but finally she lay down, seeking such rest as was possible, after turning the flickering flames of the lamp as low as she dared, and then finally blowing it out altogether.

The glare from the street crept in through the cracks in the curtain, playing in fantastic light and shadow across ceiling and wall, while the infernal din never ceased.
Sleep was not to be attained, although she closed her eyes and muffled her ears.

The misshapen bed brought no comfort to her tired body, for no matter how she adjusted herself, the result was practically the same.

Not even her mind rested.
Miss Donovan was not naturally of a nervous disposition.