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It was faintly outlined in the blackness, picked out here and there by lanterns, and still too far away for most civilians to name it until the sun rose and showed its detail. But Brown, the soldier, knew on the instant, and so did his men.
There is no ground on which to assert that the Ruler of the Universe the God of Righteousness the Lord of Mercy, would thrust the innocent into woe would blast their earthly prospects would dash the cup of happiness from their lips, and leave them to perish through Famine and Disease while men steeped in crime, whose consciences, if read, would show an appalling blackness of guilt while they, we say, escaped from earthly punishment and enjoyed all the good of this world!
The platform was about eight feet high, and was apparently case-mated, for immediately in front of me, as I entered, was a door and two windows, through the latter of which streamed into the blackness of the night the feeble rays of a barrack lantern.
Instantly a thick blackness seemed to enfold her and silence as of a dead world settled down upon her. Drowsy as she was, she could not close her eyes nor refrain from listening. Darkness and silence were tangible things. She felt them. And they seemed suddenly potent with magic charm to still the tumult of her, to soothe and rest, to create thoughts she had never thought before.
A cab rolled out of blackness, and into blackness disappeared. And suddenly George perceived that he had lost Bosinney. He ran forward and back, felt his heart clutched by a sickening fear, the dark fear which lives in the wings of the fog. Perspiration started out on his brow. He stood quite still, listening with all his might.
I lighted a second cigarette from the butt of the first and fell into a study. Cortinez breathed heavily outside. Otherwise the silence was as dead as the blackness of the night. The smoke from my cigarettes floated lazily until it reached the influence of the hot air from the lamp; then it shot upward toward the ceiling.
Chloe shook her head, forgetting that in the intense blackness she had returned no answer. There was a movement upon the bed; a huge hand closed roughly about her arm. The Indian was firing again. "Tell me, are you hurt?" rasped a voice in her ear. And her arm was shaken almost fiercely. "No!" she managed to gasp, struggling to free herself. "But oh, it's all too, too horrible, too awful!
Above, through a bewildering space of darkness, the grated opening at the surface shone like a faint star in another sphere; below was solid blackness; about him the slime of the dripping timbers sparkled in the candle's rays. Down, down, down!
On the surface the boy was one of the most charming in the whole school, but his heart was an abyss of the most appalling blackness. Mrs. Payne entreated him to tell her the worst. He hedged, said that it wasn't just one thing that was wrong, but everything everything. She asked him if he had ever known a case that resembled Arthur's. No, he thanked Heaven that he hadn't.
"Thirty years I know ships, but never like 'this. On Raiatea we call her Fanauao." "The Dayborn," Grief translated the love-phrase. "Who named her so?" About to answer, Taute peered ahead with sudden intensity. Grief joined him in the gaze. "Land," said Taute. "Yes; Fuatino," Grief agreed, his eyes still fixed on the spot where the star-luminous horizon was gouged by a blot of blackness.
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