More books than you could ever read. Abenthy's voice grew vaguely wistful.

The eyes of Mac Strann grew vaguely meditative.

She grew vaguely distressed.

Hagrid grew vaguely misty.

Outside the fog had blotted everything out in even darkness which grew vaguely yellow and red near the sparsely scattered street lamps.

But anon, considering, she grew vaguely uneasy, and that very night expressed her afflicting doubt to my lord, reporting to him de Quadra's words.