At last--it might have been a quarter of an hour, it might have been an hour--he lifted himself up. His eyes were swollen and bloodshot, and he seemed to have forgotten that any one was by; he scowled at the watchers when he saw them. He shook himself heavily, gave them one more sullen look, spoke never a word, but made for the door.

At last he lifted himself up. His eyes were swollen and bloodshot, and he seemed to have forgotten the watchers; he scowled when he saw them. Shaking himself heavily, he gave them one more sullen look, and made for the door.
