gloam

The next moment a vision of Scholar Gloam had risen before me.

Gloam used to say that he had brought me back from death to life; but it was not so.

A quintessence and distillation of peace and comradeship seemed to inhabit the soft gloam of its chancel.

Well, now, as touching Scholar Gloam, he died nigh a score of years ago; leastways he knocked off living in the body.

They brought the yellow-haired little maiden to the mill (ran the story), and Gloam called her Swanhilda.