1 Left for town suddenly last evening.
2 He was anxious to see if she had relapsed since the previous evening.
3 In the evening, he found the dinner-table laid for four, but they sat down only three.
4 And Mrs. Sparsit got behind her eyebrows and meditated in the gloom of that retreat, all the evening.
5 But on winter evenings, when he has fallen asleep at his table, I have heard him, what I should prefer to describe as partially choke.
6 The evening was fast closing in; and from time to time, he turned the whites of his eyes restlessly and impatiently towards his father.
7 He had overstayed his hour in the street outside the Bank, on each of the two first evenings; and nothing had happened there, good or bad.
8 The sun was setting now; and the red light in the evening sky touched every face there, and caused it to be distinctly seen in all its rapt suspense.
9 Without responding to these telegraphic communications, Mr. Harthouse encouraged him much in the course of the evening, and showed an unusual liking for him.
10 The same evening, Mrs. Sparsit, in her chamber window, resting from her packing operations, looked towards her great staircase and saw Louisa still descending.
11 An overcast September evening, just at nightfall, saw beneath its drooping eyelids Mrs. Sparsit glide out of her carriage, pass down the wooden steps of the little station into a stony road, cross it into a green lane, and become hidden in a summer-growth of leaves and branches.
12 All the journey, immovable in the air though never left behind; plain to the dark eyes of her mind, as the electric wires which ruled a colossal strip of music-paper out of the evening sky, were plain to the dark eyes of her body; Mrs. Sparsit saw her staircase, with the figure coming down.
13 Without a candle in the room, Mrs. Sparsit sat at the window, with her hands before her, not thinking much of the sounds of evening; the whooping of boys, the barking of dogs, the rumbling of wheels, the steps and voices of passengers, the shrill street cries, the clogs upon the pavement when it was their hour for going by, the shutting-up of shop-shutters.