I felt sure that something was happening somewhere, a dread occurrence which it was beyond my power to prevent, though whether it were in this house or at the other end of Africa I did not know.
The mental depression increased and culminated.

Then of a sudden it passed completely away, and as I mopped the sweat from off my brow I noticed that dawn was breaking.

It was a tender and beautiful dawn, and in a dim way I took it as a good omen.

Of course it was nothing but the daily resurrection of the sun, and yet it brought to me comfort and hope.

The night was past with all its fears; the light had come with all its joys.