Simile: his hair like mouldy hay, his face burnt like a brand, the hours crawled by like years, her face was like a light, Metaphor: the wind was a torrent of darkness, the moon was a ghostly galleon, the road was a ribbon of moonlight, his eyes were hollows of madness, as the black cascade of perfume came tumbling, the road was a gypsy’s ribbon, there was death at every window,

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