We want another lamp.

Get the one that the women use, and for God's sake get a move on." The sound of his feet died in the kitchen passage and then rung again on the stone stairs.

Dickson's ear of faith heard also the soft patter of naked feet as the Die-Hards preceded and followed him.

He was delivering himself blind and bound into their hands.
For a minute or two there was no sound but the wind, which had found a loose chimney cowl on the roof and screwed out of it an odd sound like the drone of a bagpipe.

Dickson, unable to remain any longer in one place, moved into the centre of the hall, believing that Leon had gone to the smoking-room.