—fromDombeyandSon(Chapter18)
CharlesDickens
[1] Itwasawetnight; , andwentmoaningroundthehouse, , itgrewlate, anddrearymidnighttolledoutfromthesteeples.
[2] Florencewaslittlemorethanachildinyears – notyetfourteen—andthelonelinessandgloomofsuchanhourinthegreathousewhereDeathhadlatelymadeitsowntremendousdevastation, —awanderinglove, indeed, andcastaway—, themoaningofthewind, theshudderingofthetrees, thestrikingofthesolemnclocks, thatshookthisonethought, —andtheywereneverabsent—wereitself, , tobeshutout: tobesolost: nevertohavelookedintoherfather’sfaceortouchedhim, sincethathour!
[3] Shecouldnotgotobed, poorchild, andneverhadgoneyet, sincethen, , toseehernow, stealinglightlydownthestairsthroughthethickgloom, andstoppingatitwithabeatingheart, andblindedeyes, andhairthatfelldownlooselyandunthoughtof; , andnooneknew.
[4] Themomentthatshetouchedthedooronthisnight, , thoughbybutahair’sbreadth: —andsheyieldedtoit—, togoback, andtoenter; andthissecondimpulseheldherinirresolutiononthestaircase.
[5] Initsstandingopen, evenbysomuchasthatchink, , stealingthroughthedarksterndoorway, , hardlyknowingwhatshedid, buturgedonbythelovewithinher, andthetrialtheyhadundergonetogether, butnotshared: andwithherhandsalittleraisedandtrembling, glidedin.
[6] , anddestroyingothers, , wherehehadsooftenwatchedpoorPaul, ababy; andthelowcomplainingsofthewindwereheardwithout.
