He half sobbed as he turned away; his thoughts seemed to dazzle his brain, and he could not feel his feet.

He passed through the north front room, which would be the little-used parlor, to the door, and suddenly started at a long black shadow on the floor.

It vanished as he went on, and might have been due to his excited fancy, which seemed substantial enough to cast shadows.
"I shall marry Charlotte, we shall live here together all our lives, and die here," thought Barnabas, as he went up the hill.

"I shall lie in my coffin in the north room, and it will all be over," but his heart leaped with joy.

He stepped out proudly like a soldier in a battalion, he threw back his shoulders in his Sunday coat.
The yellow glow was paling in the west, the evening air was like a cold breath in his face.