Rapt and more rapt grew the face of the priest.

White as ashes grew the face of Uncle Joshua.

Fainter and softer grew the sunlight on the floor, and whiter grew the face of the sleeping boy.

Sharper, darker, more eager grew the face of Philip Feltram, as his eyes traversed the surface of that huge horizontal block.

Ever sadder and darker grew the face of Lomaque as he now pondered alone over the changes and misfortunes of the past five years.