This is the best part of the path, too--the straightest and the least dark part.

If we stumble here, we'll tumble, farther on, unless you use that flashlight of yours.

May I trouble you to-- ?" "I forgot," she said stiffly, as she drew the torch from her pocket and pressed its button.
The dense black of the swamp was split by the light's white sword, and softer beams from its sharp radiance illumined the pitch-dark gloom for a few yards to either side of the tortuous path.

The shadows of the man and the woman were cast in monstrous grotesquely floating shapes behind them as they moved forward.
"This is a cheery rambling-place," commented Gavin.

"I wonder if you know its history?
I mean, of course, before Standish had it recut and jacked up and bridged, and all that?
This path dates back to the house's first owners--in the Seminole days I was telling you about.