Raleigh blew out the flickering lamp, and the cabin was filled with a clear green dusk like palest emerald.

The air from the sea flapped the pages of the book upon the table.

He flung off his furred gown, and stretched his long arms to the ceiling.
"I think the fever has left me....

You said your tale was a commentary on my confessions.

Wherefore, O Ulysses ?" "We had the chance of immortal joys, but we forsook them for lesser things.