Ozias was not as outspoken as formerly concerning his bitter taste of life, possibly because it had reached his soul.

Jerome sometimes wondered if his uncle had troubles that he did not know of.

He started for Dale so late that it was after sunset when he returned with a great parcel under his arm.

He felt strangely tired, and just before he reached Upham village he sat down on a stone wall, laid his parcel carefully at his side, and looked about him.
The spring dusk was gathering slowly, though at first through an enhanced clearness of upper lights.

All the gloom seemed to proceed from the earth in silvery breathings of meadows and gradual stealings forth of violet shadows from behind forest trees.