His eyes had now grown so used to the darkness that he could see everything dimly.

He went into his own room.

A picture of himself that used to hang on the wall now stood on the dresser.

He knew very well why, and he knew, too, that his mother often passed hours in that room.
Below stairs everything was neatness and in order.

He went into the parlor, of which he had stood in so much awe, when he was a little child.