George Borrow,
Lavengro — Chapter 64
(1851)
“ I am ignorant of the country, and it is not pleasant to travel unknown paths by night—dear me, what a flash of lightning.'It had become very dark; suddenly a blaze of sheet lightning illumed the room. By the momentary light I distinctly saw my host touch another object upon the table.'Will you allow me to ask you a question or two?' said he at last.'As many as you please,' said I; 'but shall we not have lights?''Not unless you particularly wish it,' said my entertainer; 'I rather like the dark, and though a storm is evidently at hand, neither thunder nor lightning has any terrors for me. ”
