The feeling of resentment died away, but I doubted if she could be made to look at it in the same light.

I glanced across to where she sat, the gray dawn giving me clear view.

Her head rested back upon one arm, and she was asleep.

Uncomfortable as she looked, she was still resting, the tired lines of her face less noticeable.

I had no heart to awaken her, and remained motionless, thinking it all over carefully in detail.
We remained undisturbed, our settee removed from the main pathway, along which a few early workmen passed.