The skies they were ashen and sober; The leaves they were crisped and sere -- The leaves they were withering and sere; It was
night in the lonesome October Of my most immemorial year: It was hard by the dim lake of Auber, In the misty mid region of Weir: -- It was down by the dank tarn of Auber, In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.
After the satisfaction of his
nights, a morning's sleep, and a breakfast of Lee Sing's, James Ward crossed the bay to San Francisco on a midday ferryboat and went to the club and on to his office, as normal and conventional a man of business as could be found in the city.
So much interest in the enterprise had been aroused, at home and abroad, by profuse advertising, that the whole accommodation of the building had been secured by travellers of all nations for the opening
night. Henry only obtained one of the small rooms on the upper floor, by a lucky accident--the absence of the gentleman who had written to engage it.
The three worthies turned their faces towards The Boot, with the intention of passing the
night in that place of rendezvous, and of seeking the repose they so much needed in the shelter of their old den; for now that the mischief and destruction they had purposed were achieved, and their prisoners were safely bestowed for the
night, they began to be conscious of exhaustion, and to feel the wasting effects of the madness which had led to such deplorable results.
Hitherto, except during my
night's anguish at the loss of the Time Machine, I had felt a sustaining hope of ultimate escape, but that hope was staggered by these new discoveries.
He thought of the
nights in the barn when it rained and he lay awake hearing the drumming of the raindrops and smelling the warm smell of horses and of hay.
The
night wind tells me secrets Of lotus lilies blue; And hour by hour the willows Shake down the chiming dew.
"The
night that I passed in it was an uncomfortable
night.
Now, if we watch every
night, we'll be dead sure to see him go out, some time or other, and then we'll snatch that box quicker'n lightning."
Then I placed my hand carelessly on his shoulder, like one a trifle bored by the dull routine of putting my little boys to bed, and conducted him to the
night nursery, which had lately been my private chamber.
The rooms are vacant, and I'll see that Jane Braithwaite has all ready for you by to-morrow
night."
So when the day approached he put on his invisible belt, took a sack of gold pieces with him, and slipping into her room in the middle of the
night, he placed the bag of gold beside her bed and returned to his sheep.