"It was cold, and he was coughing. A fine cold draught blew over the
knoll. He thought of the woman. Now he would have given all he had or
ever might have to hold her warm in his arms, both of them wrapped in
one blanket, and sleep. All hopes of eternity and all gain from the
past he would have given to have her there, to be wrapped warm with him
in one blanket, and sleep, only sleep. It seemed the sleep with the
woman in his arms was the only necessity"