1 I start at my own shadow, and am full of all sorts of horrible imaginings.
2 I love the shade and the shadow, and would be alone with my thoughts when I may.
3 The sun was almost down on the mountain tops, and the shadows of the whole group fell long upon the snow.
4 All was dark and silent, the black shadows thrown by the moonlight seeming full of a silent mystery of their own.
5 In the soft light the distant hills became melted, and the shadows in the valleys and gorges of velvety blackness.
6 I thought it was some trick of the moonlight, some weird effect of shadow; but I kept looking, and it could be no delusion.
7 As we wound on our endless way, and the sun sank lower and lower behind us, the shadows of the evening began to creep round us.
8 Moreover, the walls of my castle are broken; the shadows are many, and the wind breathes cold through the broken battlements and casements.
9 As the evening drew on, and the earth took its shadows from the sun sinking lower, the silence of the room grew more and more solemn to me.
10 I thought at the time that I must be dreaming when I saw them, for, though the moonlight was behind them, they threw no shadow on the floor.
11 The light from the tiny lamps fell in all sorts of odd forms, as the rays crossed each other, or the opacity of our bodies threw great shadows.
12 When I got almost to the top I could see the seat and the white figure, for I was now close enough to distinguish it even through the spells of shadow.
13 Your friend and mine, Mr. Peter Hawkins, from under the shadow of your beautiful cathedral at Exeter, which is far from London, buys for me through your good self my place at London.
14 He held in his hand an antique silver lamp, in which the flame burned without chimney or globe of any kind, throwing long quivering shadows as it flickered in the draught of the open door.
15 The coming of the cloud was too quick for me to see much, for shadow shut down on light almost immediately; but it seemed to me as though something dark stood behind the seat where the white figure shone, and bent over it.
16 It was a shock to me to turn from the wonderful smoky beauty of a sunset over London, with its lurid lights and inky shadows and all the marvellous tints that come on foul clouds even as on foul water, and to realise all the grim sternness of my own cold stone building, with its wealth of breathing misery, and my own desolate heart to endure it all.
17 Right and left of us they towered, with the afternoon sun falling full upon them and bringing out all the glorious colours of this beautiful range, deep blue and purple in the shadows of the peaks, green and brown where grass and rock mingled, and an endless perspective of jagged rock and pointed crags, till these were themselves lost in the distance, where the snowy peaks rose grandly.
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