And then there were my mother and my sisters to be thought of.

Thank Heaven, here is the morning coming.
Your aunt and you will soon cease to feel the cold." "And you without your coat!" "Oh, I have a very good circulation.

I can manage very well in my shirt-sleeves." And now the long, cold, weary night was over, and the deep blue-black sky had lightened to a wonderful mauve-violet, with the larger stars still glinting brightly out of it.

Behind them the grey line had crept higher and higher, deepening into a delicate rose-pink, with the fan-like rays of the invisible sun shooting and quivering across it.
Then, suddenly, they felt its warm touch upon their backs, and there were hard black shadows upon the sand in front of them.

The Dervishes loosened their cloaks and proceeded to talk cheerily among themselves.
The prisoners also began to thaw, and eagerly ate the doora which was served out for their breakfasts.