The white face of the winter day came sluggishly on, veiled in a frosty mist; and the shadowy ships in the river slowly changed to black substances; and the sun, blood-red on the eastern marshes behind dark masts and yards, seemed filled with the ruins of a forest it had set on fire.
Charles Dickens"Then what can you want to do now?" said the old lady,gaining courage. "I wants to make your flesh creep," replied the boy.
Charles Dickens