In this purplish light Wolf Larsen's face glowed and glowed, and to my excited fancy he appeared encircled by a halo.

We lay in the midst of an unearthly quiet, while all about us were signs and omens of oncoming sound and movement.

The sultry heat had become unendurable.

The sweat was standing on my forehead, and I could feel it trickling down my nose.
I felt as though I should faint, and reached out to the rail for support.
And then, just then, the faintest possible whisper of air passed by.

It was from the east, and like a whisper it came and went.