1 Even the coming sun made but a pale waste in the sky, like a sad sea.
2 Domestic fires were not yet lighted, and the high chimneys had the sky to themselves.
3 But he could as easily have changed a clear sky by looking at it in surprise, as affect her.
4 Louisa approached him; but he could not see her, lying with his face turned up to the night sky.
5 It had cleared the sky before it, and the rain had spent itself or travelled elsewhere, and the stars were bright.
6 When she was lost to his view, he pursued his homeward way, glancing up sometimes at the sky, where the clouds were sailing fast and wildly.
7 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.
8 And at that time the pale, worn, patient face was seen looking up at the sky, with the broken right hand lying bare on the outside of the covering garments, as if waiting to be taken by another hand.
9 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.
10 She sat at the window, when the sun began to sink behind the smoke; she sat there, when the smoke was burning red, when the colour faded from it, when darkness seemed to rise slowly out of the ground, and creep upward, upward, up to the house-tops, up the church steeple, up to the summits of the factory chimneys, up to the sky.