H. G. Wells,
The Door in the Wall, and Other Stories
“ The carriage door opened admitting a flood of sound, and a porter stood regarding us. The sounds of doors slamming, and the hoof-clatter of cab-horses, and behind these things the featureless remote roar of the London cobble-stones, came to my ears. A truckload of lighted lamps blazed along the platform. “A darkness, a flood of darkness that opened and spread and blotted out all things.” ”
