Paragraph 2 of Du Cote De Chez Swann
I tenderly lay my cheeks against the lovely cheeks of the pillow which was full and fresh like the cheeks of our childhood. I struck a match to check my watch. Midnight soon. In the moment where a sick man, who had been obliged to leave on a journey and has gone to sleep in an unfamiliar hotel, is awoken by a spasm, he rejoices when he catches sight of a ray of daylight under the door. What a joy, it is already morning! In a moment, the servants will be getting up, he can ring, and one will come to help him. the expectation of relief gives him the courage to suffer. He hears footsteps; they draw closer, then move away. And the ray of daylight which was under the door has disappeared. It is midnight; someone came to extinguish the gas; the last servant left and he will remain nearly the whole night to suffer without remedy.