It is like the shadow of twilight, spreading slowly and solemnly around.

My hour approaches: a little while, and it will be night!" As she spoke, Glyndon listened with visible emotion and perturbation.
"Viola!" he exclaimed, as she ceased, "your words more than ever enchain me to you.

As you feel, I feel.

I, too, have been ever haunted with a chill and unearthly foreboding.

Amidst the crowds of men I have felt alone.