Yes, in a way I enjoyed my life; chiefly because I didn't think much about it." "Look at the sky, now." The sun had gone down in the duskily golden haze that hung above the river's vague horizon.

Above, on the violet sky, stood range over range of pleated clouds, their hue the deepest rose, shading to purple in the folds.
"In other countries," continued the soft, murmuring voice, "I have never seen a sky like that.

I love this London!" "As I used to," said Warburton, "and shall again." They loitered back past Chelsea Hospital, exchanging brief, insignificant sentences.

Then for many minutes neither spoke, and in this silence they came to the foot of Oakley Street, where again they stood gazing at the sky.

Scarcely changed in form, the western clouds had shed their splendour, and were now so coldly pale that one would have imagined them stricken with moonlight; but no moon had risen, only in a clear space of yet blue sky glistened the evening star.
"I must go in," said Rosamund abruptly, as though starting from a dream..