Yes, it was tightly fastened.
"Even if it is shut," she said, in a whisper, "you cannot keep it out! You feel it coming in at four o'clock, creeping, creeping, up, up; deadly cold!" She shuddered.
He thought she was wandering, and laid her little trembling body down among the blankets.
"I dreamed just now that it was not put up," she said, looking into his eyes; "and it crept right in and I was alone with it." "What do you fear ?" he asked, tenderly.
"The Grey Dawn," she said, glancing round at the window.

"I was never afraid of anything, never, when I was a little child, but I have always been afraid of that.

You will not let it come in to me ?" "No, no; I will stay with you," he continued.
But she was growing calmer.

"No, you must go to bed.

I only awoke with a start; you must be tired.