At the doorway he turned to look back at her, standing in all her sweet stateliness in the twilight Duskness, and the keen realization of all he had lost made him bow his head with a quick pang of regret.
"Lucy Maud Montgomery Short Stories, 1896 to 1901"
Lucy Maud Montgomery
She had slightly deferred her departure in order that the growing Duskness might give greater reason for the proposition.
"The Squirrel Inn"
Frank R. Stockton