Now all my days I remain quiet.

There is nothing more to fear"-- or would it be perhaps that I should face something and be filled, then, with ungovernable terror so that I should run for my life, run, hide me in the hills, cover up my days so that no one shall ever find me again ?...
I raised myself on my elbow and looked at the country.

We jolted over a little brook, brushed through a thicket of trees, came on to a path running at the forest's foot, and saw on our left a little wooden house, a high wood fire burning in front of it.

I looked at my watch.
It was one o'clock.

Already a very faint glow throbbed in the sky.