1 He had been straining for a glimpse of the dark head under the cherry-coloured scarf and it vexed him that another eye should have been quicker than his.
2 One cold winter morning, as he dressed in the dark, his candle flickering in the draught of the ill-fitting window, he had heard her speak from the bed behind him.
3 He turned and looked at her where she lay indistinctly outlined under the dark calico quilt, her high-boned face taking a grayish tinge from the whiteness of the pillow.
4 A wave of shyness pulled him back into the dark angle of the wall, and he stood there in silence instead of making his presence known to her.
5 It was so dark under the spruces that he could barely see the shape of her head beside his shoulder.
6 Zeena always went to bed as soon as she had had her supper, and the shutterless windows of the house were dark.
7 Against the dark background of the kitchen she stood up tall and angular, one hand drawing a quilted counterpane to her flat breast, while the other held a lamp.
8 No, I didn't forget; but it's as dark as Egypt outdoors.
9 Going into his cold dark "study" he placed the lantern on the table and, stooping to its light, read the message again and again.
10 When warmth began to radiate from the stove, and the first ray of sunlight lay on the kitchen floor, Ethan's dark thoughts melted in the mellower air.
11 The sound of her weeping shook him out of his dark anger, and he felt ashamed.
12 She turned her head to say: "It's dreadfully dark."
13 Under her shapeless dress her body kept its limp immobility, and her dark eyes had the bright witch-like stare that disease of the spine sometimes gives.
14 Spring had come early that year, with warm quick rains and sudden frothing of pink peach blossoms and dogwood dappling with white stars the dark river swamp and far-off hills.
15 The dark cedars on either side of the graveled drive met in an arch overhead, turning the long avenue into a dim tunnel.