A damp mist rose from the river, and the marshy ground about; and spread itself over the dreary fields.

It was piercing cold, too; all was gloomy and black.

Not a word was spoken; for the driver had grown sleepy; and Sikes was in no mood to lead him into conversation.

Oliver sat huddled together, in a corner of the cart; bewildered with alarm and apprehension; and figuring strange objects in the gaunt trees, whose branches waved grimly to and fro, as if in some fantastic joy at the desolation of the scene.
As they passed Sunbury Church, the clock struck seven.

There was a light in the ferry-house window opposite: which streamed across the road, and threw into more sombre shadow a dark yew-tree with graves beneath it.