"And I should advise you to go to bed at once," he concluded, turning to descend the steps.
"Don't go! Don't go!" cried Berwin, seizing the young man by the arm.

"I am afraid to go in by myself--all is so dark and cold! Wait until I get a light!" As the creature's nerves seemed to be unhinged by over-indulgence in alcohol, and he stood gasping and shivering on the threshold like some beaten animal, Lucian took compassion on him.
"I'll see you indoors," said he, and striking a match, stepped into the darkness after the man.

The hall of No.

13 seemed to be almost as cold as the world without, and the trifling glimmer of the lucifer served rather to reveal than dispel the surrounding darkness.

The light, as it were, hollowed a gulf out of the tremendous gloom and made the house tenfold more ghostly than before.