1 The light was within a foot of his eyes.
2 And yet it seemed to throw a kind of light.
3 A light was burning within, but Mr. Kurtz was not there.
4 Over the whole there was a light roof, supported on stanchions.
5 Its light was dim, and a heavy writing-desk squatted in the middle.
6 Something like an emissary of light, something like a lower sort of apostle.
7 The opening paragraph, however, in the light of later information, strikes me now as ominous.
8 The room seemed to have grown darker, as if all the sad light of the cloudy evening had taken refuge on her forehead.
9 I saw a high starched collar, white cuffs, a light alpaca jacket, snowy trousers, a clear necktie, and varnished boots.
10 The funnel projected through that roof, and in front of the funnel a small cabin built of light planks served for a pilot-house.
11 We looked at the venerable stream not in the vivid flush of a short day that comes and departs for ever, but in the august light of abiding memories.
12 I know that the sunlight can be made to lie too, yet one felt that no manipulation of light and pose could have conveyed the delicate shade of truthfulness upon those features.
13 Black shapes crouched, lay, sat between the trees, leaning against the trunks, clinging to the earth, half coming out, half effaced within the dim light, in all the attitudes of pain, abandonment, and despair.
14 It appears he had persuaded a Dutch trading-house on the coast to fit him out with stores and goods, and had started for the interior with a light heart, and no more idea of what would happen to him than a baby.
15 The water shone pacifically; the sky, without a speck, was a benign immensity of unstained light; the very mist on the Essex marshes was like a gauzy and radiant fabric, hung from the wooded rises inland, and draping the low shores in diaphanous folds.
16 Not a very enthralling book; but at the first glance you could see there a singleness of intention, an honest concern for the right way of going to work, which made these humble pages, thought out so many years ago, luminous with another than a professional light.
17 I was smoking my pipe quietly by my dismantled steamer, and saw them all cutting capers in the light, with their arms lifted high, when the stout man with mustaches came tearing down to the river, a tin pail in his hand, assured me that everybody was 'behaving splendidly, splendidly,' dipped about a quart of water and tore back again.
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