She put Dick to bed and he went off to sleep.

Indeed, it was wonderful to see how well the child bore the hardships through which they were passing.

He never had an ache or a pain, or even a cold in the head.
After Dick was asleep Augusta sat, or rather lay, in the dark listening to the moaning of the wind as it beat upon the shanty and passed away in gusts among the cliffs and mountains beyond.

The loneliness was something awful, and together with the thought of what the end of it would probably be, quite broke her spirit down.

She knew that the chances of her escape were small indeed.