There was a brief silence, in which he seemed to give way to pleasant reveries.
From beyond the open door of the shanty came a multitude of night sounds.

The moon had risen, and what had been a dusty country road was now a streak of silver in the hot light.

The purple flush on the judge's face, where the dignity that belonged to age had gone down in wreck, deepened.

The sparse, white frost above his ears was damp with sweat.
He removed his stock, opened his shirt at the neck, and cast aside his coat; then he lighted a blackened pipe, filled his glass, and sank back in his chair.

The long hours of darkness were all before him, and his senses clothed themselves in rich content.