The String of Pearls (1850), p. 609

"Fancy! fancy !" he cried. "It was but fancy after all;" but he did not believe himself when he so spoke.
Todd remained in the wood tolerably free from any more alarms, until the sun sunk in the west; and while there was positive darkness in that place where he was hiding, a sweet twilight still lingered over the fair face of nature.

TODD AND THE BOW STREET OFFICERS—THE DEATH GRAPPLE.
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"I must not venture forth yet," he said, "but in another hour it will be dark alike upon the heath as in the wood, and then I will go into the village and get some refreshment, after which, I rather think, that London, with all its dangers will be the best place for me. I have heard of people hiding there for many a day. I wonder, now, if a lodging in the Old Bailey would be a good thing. Surely they would never think of looking for me there."