Streaks of red were beginning to appear in the eastern sky.

Along the banks of the blackly flowing river by moorland and stagnant fens, by low houses, clustering close to the water's edge, like strange mollusks, crawled upon the beach to dry; by misty black barges, the more misty and indistinct seen through its mysterious veil, the river fog was slowly rising.

So rolled away and rose from the heart of the Haunted Man, etc., etc.
They stopped before a quaint mansion of red brick.

The Goblin waved his hand without speaking.
"I see," said the Haunted Man, "a gay drawing-room.

I see my old friends of the club, of the college, of society, even as they lived and moved.