A faint greyness had begun to show beyond the lamp in the window.

The dawn was drawing near.
As one awaking from a trance of terrible visions, the girl drew a deep breath and spoke: "Adam!" He did not stir.

He had not stirred for the greater part of an hour.
She made a curiously jerky movement, as if she wrenched herself free from some constricting hold.

She went to the bowed, despairing figure.
"Adam, the day is breaking.

The tide must be on the turn.