If ever he happened to gaze for an instant at the gold-tinted clouds of sunset, he wished that they were real gold and that they could be squeezed safely into his strong-box.
She longed impatiently for the seventh hour of the evening, and as soon as the west was crimson with sunset, she departed, attired in a plain dress and her face concealed by a veil.
But, as he looked up, the clear evening light showed how haggard and colourless he was, and how plainly the trace of the last few days was stamped on him. Montanelli's anger died away.
As this latter point was one which the daguerreotypist could not decide for himself, he forthwith produced his roll of manuscript, and, while the late sunbeams gilded the seven gables, began to read.
The wind was frosty and the fire burned low, but my sleep was none the less sound, and the evening constellations had swept far to the west before I awoke.
At this moment, my heart is still as water, allowing my thoughts to wander, as the sky dyed red by the evening glow resembles a slowly unraveling scroll, capturing my gaze.