It soothes him, it lulls him, and knowing that he can't use the period of the storm for traveling, he uses it for sleep, thus enabling him to take less later on when the storm has ceased.

So, after all, he loses nothing so far as his journey is concerned.

Now his lids droop, his eyes close, and he slumbers while the storm thunders past, unable to touch him." "You do have the gift, Lennox.

I believe that sometimes your words are music in your own ears, and inspire you to greater efforts.

When the war is over you must surely become a public man--one who is often called upon to address the people." "We'll fight the war first," laughed Robert.
The storm in its rise, its zenith and its decline lasted several hours, and, when it was over, the forest looked like a wreck, but Robert knew that nature would soon restore everything.