It was an old, lovely, gloomy little room, in which sat the lady writing.

They entered a gloomy room, and the old man turned on a light.

He spoke in a whisper that echoed through the gloomy room.

As Shores turned toward the doorway, the girl followed him from the gloomy room.

The man entered a gloomy room to find two others awaiting him.

It was a gloomy room with a little light coming in from the window on the narrow street.

It was by no means an ideal house, with small, dark and gloomy rooms.

The Shadow entered the gloomy room and silently closed the door behind him.

She stepped down and left the big, gloomy room.

The Shadow opened the door and entered the large, gloomy room.