Will you all go quietly?
I am going to turn the lights out." One gas-jet vanished, and the remaining jet flared suddenly.

By its harder glare the wooden room looked harder too, and disenchanting.

The figures of its occupants began filing through the door.

The little man was left in the centre of the room, his deep eyes smouldering upon the backs of the retreating members, his thumb and finger raised to the turncock of the metre.
"Do you know this part ?" asked young Curly as they emerged into the street.

"It 's really jolly; one of the darkest bits in London--it is really.