Mist, mist, rolling mist with a square black tower above it.
Through the mist of the December afternoon, it had loomed pleasantly before him.
The light was daylight, but it was inadequate, as though charged with mist.
A mist came before his eyes, and his heart gave a great cry.
I fancied that I saw a mist as of tears, a man's slow tears.
The darkness was so intense ...