He watched through the rest of the afternoon, hoping that the clouds would leave, but they only thickened, and, long before the time of sunset, it was almost as dark as night.

He was compelled to remain in the shelter of the house, and, in a state of deep depression, he ate his supper without appetite.
The storm was one of the fiercest he had seen while on the island.

The rain drove in sheets, beating upon the walls and roof of the house like hail, and the wind kept up a continuous whistling and screaming.

All the while the house trembled over him.

Nor was there any human voice in the wind.