1 The pulses in his temples throbbed and a fog was in his eyes.
2 There were things in the fog reaching out fingers to pluck at her skirt, to drag her down into the uneasy quaking earth on which she stood, silent, relentless, spectral hands.
3 There was nothing in a dream about fog to scare her so.
4 Kindly remember, Madam, that I've seen you wake up squalling like a scalded cat simply because you dreamed of running in a fog.
5 The gas street lamps glowed dully, blobs of yellow in the fog.
6 All the houses across the street were dark except one, and the light from a lamp in the window, falling into the street, struggled feebly with the fog, golden particles floating in its rays.
7 In a hundred nightmares, she had fled through fog like this, through a haunted country without landmarks, thick with cold cloaking mist, peopled with clutching ghosts and shadows.
8 In her nightmare, there had never been any lights, only gray fog.
9 She was not afraid of the darkness or the fog and she knew with a singing in her heart that she would never fear them again.
10 He spoke pantingly, like a tired runner, with breaks of exhaustion between his words; and through the breaks she caught, as through the shifting rents of a fog, great golden vistas of peace and safety.
11 The room filled with hesitancy as with a fog.
12 They saw the Ford sedan making its way over the water-lined ice, through the snow-storm, like a tug-boat in a fog.
13 Unhappy women are given to protecting their sensitiveness by cynical gossip, by whining, by high-church and new-thought religions, or by a fog of vagueness.
14 And so, through all the thick mists of the dim doubts in my mind, divine intuitions now and then shoot, enkindling my fog with a heavenly ray.
15 He stood brushing his hand over his smooth grey hair, as if he were trying to clear away a fog about his head.