So the night wore on.

I waited for the sun to rise, before I could venture to renew my journey.

But as soon as the first faint light of the dawn appeared, instead of shining upon me from the eye of the morning, it stole like a fainting ghost through the little square hole above my head; and the walls came out as the light grew, and the glorious night was swallowed up of the hateful day.

The long dreary day passed.

My shadow lay black on the floor.