Daylight began to forsake the red-room; it was past four o'clock, and the beclouded afternoon was tending to drear twilight

Daylight began to forsake the red-room; it was past four o'clock, and the beclouded afternoon was tending to drear twilight. I heard the rain still beating continuously on the staircase window, and the wind howling in the grove behind the hall; I grew by degrees cold as a stone, and then my courage sank.

*Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë

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