Thora sat, as she had since we had placed ourselves, elbows on knees, her hands covering her face.
"And then from the moonlight flooding us there dripped down on me a great drowsiness.

Sleep seemed to seep from the rays and fall upon my eyes, closing them--closing them inexorably.

Edith's hand in mine relaxed.

Stanton's head fell upon his breast and his body swayed drunkenly.

I tried to rise--to fight against the profound desire for slumber that pressed on me.
"And as I fought, Thora raised her head as though listening; and turned toward the gateway.