The only effective light in the room was from the glowing casket.

I kept my eyes fixed toward Margaret; it was for her now that all my anxiety was claimed.

I could just see her white frock beyond the still white shrouded figure on the couch.

Silvio was troubled; his piteous mewing was the only sound in the room.

Deeper and denser grew the black mist and its pungency began to assail my nostrils as well as my eyes.