The day was duller now.

The sun, in passing into the western sky, had entered under thicker veils of white.

The film of ice on the bay, which had melted in the pale sunbeams of noon, would soon form again.

The air was growing bitterly cold.
When Bates had moored his boat, he went up the hill heavily.

The dog, which had been shut in the house to guard it, leaped out when he opened the door.