There was nothing wonderful in this appearance; yet it suggested something more than mere solitude and darkness in the same place would have done.
"I kept on my way.

The images that haunted me were solemn; and I entertained an imperfect curiosity, but no fear, as to the nature of this object.

I had ascended the hill little more than half way, when a voice called me from behind.

The accents were clear, distinct, powerful, and were uttered, as I fully believed, by my wife.

Her voice is not commonly so loud.