There was infinite despair in her face--and expectancy.

I tried again to rise--and a surge of sleep rushed over me.

Dimly, as I sank within it, I heard a crystalline chiming; raised my lids once more with a supreme effort.
"Thora, bathed in light, was standing at the top of the stairs.
"Sleep took me for its very own--swept me into the heart of oblivion! "Dawn was breaking when I wakened.

Recollection rushed back; I thrust a panic-stricken hand out toward Edith; touched her and my heart gave a great leap of thankfulness.

She stirred, sat up, rubbing dazed eyes.
Stanton lay on his side, back toward us, head in arms.
"Edith looked at me laughingly.