The sun set; the room grew too dark to see.

The great room had grown cold and the fire burned low.

And only very gradually did the room grow cold again.

There was laughter at her words, and then the room grew rather quiet.

The room had grown dark and cool with the setting of the sun.

The room was growing very dark, yet Breeze did not like to put on the light.

But as I handed him the money the room grew quiet again.

It suddenly seemed to her that the room had grown smaller.

The room was cold now, and growing colder by the minute.

As people's eyes turned toward him, the room quickly grew quiet.