Collected Stories
The dreadful thing was that there was nothing, nothing to look for, nothing to hide from--only the silence and the light.
Collected Stories
For one thing, I rarely saw anything at all in the early part of the day; but then that is natural: you can never see into a place from outside, whether it is an empty room or a looking-glass, or people's eyes, or anything else that is mysterious, in the day.
Collected Stories
From “The Library Window”