AooB I think they are loveliest a little after dawn when night falls off from the houses. They draw it ... The voices of men and women begin to arise in the streets, scarce audible, one by one, till a slow, loud murmur arises and all the voices are one. I often think ... I think they are loveliest just when the sun is set and a dusk steals along the narrower streets, a dusk that is not of the night yet not of the day, 229.