I slept, but for how long I do not know.

I was only aware that suddenly I was awake, staring through the tiny diamond-paned window, at the faint white light now breaking in the sky.

I could see from my mattress only a thin strip of this light above the heavy mass of dark forest on the mountain-side.
I must have been still only half-awake because I could not clearly divide, before my eyes, the true from the false.

I could see quite plainly in the dim white shadow the face of Trenchard; he was not asleep, but was leaning on his elbow staring in front of him.

I could see the old woman with her red handkerchief kneeling in front of her lamp and her prayer came like the turning of a wheel, harsh and incessant.