I resumed my feet, and advanced into the midst of the room.
Upward, and behind, and on each side, I threw penetrating glances.

I was not satisfied with one examination.

He that hitherto refused to be seen, might change his purpose, and on the next survey be clearly distinguishable.
Solitude imposes least restraint upon the fancy.

Dark is less fertile of images than the feeble lustre of the moon.

I was alone, and the walls were chequered by shadowy forms.