I prayed as I have seldom prayed.

I wept as I have never wept.

I railed and blasphemed--not with my lips, because the woman must think I was asleep--but so much the more viciously in my heart.
Suddenly it turned dark.

There were no gradations--not even a tropical twilight.

One minute I aw the sun upon the blind; the next--thank God! Oh, thank God! No light broke any longer through the blind; just a faint and narrow glimmer stole between it and the casement; and the light that had been bright golden was palest silver now.
It was the moon.