such a creature. This is hope to me. We are all drifting reefwards now, and faith is our only anchor. Thank God! Mina is sleeping, and sleeping without dreams. I fear what her dreams might be like, with such terrible memories to ground them in. She has not been so calm, within my seeing, since the sunset. Then, for a while, there came over her face a repose which was like spring after the blasts of March. I thought at the time that it was the softness of the red sunset on her face, but somehow now I think it has a deeper meaning. I am not sleepy myself, though I am weary � weary to death. However, I must try to sleep. For there is tomorrow to think of, and there is no rest for me until �

Later — I must have fallen asleep, for I was awakened by Mina, who was sitting up in bed, with a startled look on her face.