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Updated: June 23, 2025
It was pitch-dark in the dormitory, but Mike could follow the invaders' movements as clearly as if it had been broad daylight. They had opened the door and were listening. Jellicoe's breathing grew more asthmatic; he was flinging himself into his part with the whole-heartedness of the true artist. The creak was followed by a sound of whispering, then another creak.
Then all walked down the alleyway and toward the tenement, little dreaming of the surprise in store for them. The hallway of the tenement was pitch-dark, the door standing open for a foot or more. From a rear room came a thin stream of light under a door and a low murmur of voices. "I guess he went to the rear," whispered Dick. "You wait around the comer till I see."
But instead of that he had to be hoisted up into the cart and driven at a walking pace along the pitch-dark road, so that he, Mikolai, was frozen and wet to the skin and felt thoroughly annoyed. What could she see in the schoolmaster to make her so patient and calm that she put up with his visits, which were certainly not doing his father any good?
On which the skipper winked self-willed to himself, and, putting out nine miles from the Boodah his three lights, went dashing past. And the attempt would have succeeded, had it not been for the fact that the night was pitch-dark, and that another ship was trying that very venture with extinguished lights.
I saw the whole plot now I understood Tom Langdon's activities, I recalled Mowbray Langdon's curious phrases and looks and tones. But why why why? How was I in his way? It was all dark to me pitch-dark. I returned to the smoking-room, lighted a cigar, sat fumbling at the new situation. I was in no worse plight than before what did it matter who was attacking me?
It was pitch-dark, so our driver let the cattle go as they liked, for guiding them was perfectly out of the question. I shall never forget the way our oxen galloped down those steep hills. Miss W. was dreadfully frightened. All we could do was to hold on and trust in Providence.
"Yes; it was like the effect of lightning oh a pitch-dark night the same vivid and lurid illumination of things unperceived before. It must be like the revelation of death, I should think, without, thank God, that fearful sense of the irrevocable which death must bring with it. Will you not rest here?" For we had reached Beggar's Stile.
Captain Dolignan then recounted to Miss Haythorn the following: "A lady and her husband sat together going through the Box Tunnel; there was one gentleman opposite; it was pitch-dark. After the tunnel the lady said, 'George, how absurd of you to salute me going through the tunnel! 'I did no such thing. 'You didn't? 'No; why? 'Because somehow I thought you did!"
There was but languid response from the besieged, who were reserving their strength. At last, to the brief winter's day succeeded a pitch-dark evening. It was dead low tide at seven.
This brought down on him the farmer, who roared, "Thought! Ye thought! What d'ye mean? Speak out, and don't be thinkin'. Thought? What the devil's that?" "How could he see who it was on a pitch-dark night?" Richard put in. "Thought!" the farmer bellowed louder. "Thought Devil take ye, when ye took ye oath on't. Hulloa! What are ye screwin' yer eye at Mr. Feverel for?
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