Nor ever tarry there;
No beast of the field comes nigh,
Nor any bird of the air."
Mary Coleridge.
It was black dark inside the house, instead of the white darkness outside.
Knocking Annette carefully against pieces of furniture, Roger guided her down a narrow passage into what felt like a room. Near the ceiling were two bars of white where the fog looked in over the tops of the shutters.
He struck another match, and a little chamber revealed itself, with faded carpet and a long mirror. But no sooner was it seen than it was gone.
"Did you see that chair near you?" said Roger. "I haven't many matches left."
"There is a candle on the mantelpiece," she said.