Within doors, curtains, drooping heavily, lost their old folds and shapes, and hung like cumbrous palls.

Hecatombs of furniture, still piled and covered up, shrunk like imprisoned and forgotten men, and changed insensibly.

Mirrors were dim as with the breath of years.

Patterns of carpets faded and became perplexed and faint, like the memory of those years' trifling incidents.

Boards, starting at unwonted footsteps, creaked and shook.