Every time I dropped off for the moment, a new noise woke me.

Each time I woke I missed my coverlet, and had to reach down to the floor and get it again.
At last all sleepiness forsook me.

I recognized the fact that I was hopelessly and permanently wide awake.

Wide awake, and feverish and thirsty.

When I had lain tossing there as long as I could endure it, it occurred to me that it would be a good idea to dress and go out in the great square and take a refreshing wash in the fountain, and smoke and reflect there until the remnant of the night was gone.
I believed I could dress in the dark without waking Harris.