For the breath of it glowed already in her veins and the voices of it were already busy in her ears, and the unseen stirring of it had begun once more within her body--that tired white, slender body of hers which had endured so bravely and so long.
If sleep would only aid her, come to her in her need, be her ally in the peril of her solitude--if it would only come, and help her to endure! And wondering if it would, not knowing, hoping, she walked onward through the falling night..