1 Fair hair was unjustly preferred to dark.
2 No one would cross the terrace after dark.
3 It was always shady; sun-flecked in summer, dark and damp in winter.
4 He would carry the torch of reason till it went out in the darkness of the cave.
5 All that inner darkness became a hall, leaf smelling, earth smelling of yellow light.
6 A stray bitch had made the dark corner where the sacks stood a lying-in ground for her puppies.
7 The flesh poured over her, the hot, nerve wired, now lit up, now dark as the grave physical body.
8 They never pulled the curtains till it was too dark to see, nor shut the windows till it was too cold.
9 But first they must fight, as the dog fox fights with the vixen, in the heart of darkness, in the fields of night.
10 All these eyes, expanding and narrowing, some adapted to light, others to darkness, looked from different angles and edges.
11 Sitting on her three-cornered chair she swayed, with her dark pigtails hanging, and her body like a bolster in its faded dressing-gown.
12 She never came out of a shop, for example, with the clothes she admired; nor did her figure, seen against the dark roll of trousering in a shop window, please her.
13 She in her striped dress continued him, murmuring, in front of the book cases: "The moor is dark beneath the moon, rapid clouds have drunk the last pale beams of even."
14 The roof was weathered red-orange; and inside it was a hollow hall, sun-shafted, brown, smelling of corn, dark when the doors were shut, but splendidly illuminated when the doors at the end stood open, as they did to let the wagons in--the long low wagons, like ships of the sea, breasting the corn, not the sea, returning in the evening shagged with hay.