There was a wild, fitful terror in the eyes.

Bonaparte made haste to go out and shut the door, and leave him alone in the darkness.

He himself was afraid of that look.
***** It was almost morning.

Waldo lay with his face upon the ground at the foot of the fuel-heap.

There was a round hole near the top of the door, where a knot of wood had fallen out, and a stream of grey light came in through it.
Ah, it was going to end at last.