demoniacly

Updated: June 28, 2025

"Haste!" said a third, "the day breaks." She was sitting at a low table, writing; Pia, the old nurse, stood behind her chair; the oil was richly scented that she burned; the single light illumined only her, and covered with her shadow the low ceiling, a shadow that seemed to hang above her like a pall ready to fall from ghostly fingers and smother her in its folds; the others lounged about the room and waited on her pen, in gloom they, their faces gleaming from that dusk demoniacly.

Various - The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 11, No. 67, May, 1863