There were few people in the streets.

Once or twice a sergent-de-ville was seen under the light of a lamp.

Celia dared not cry out.

Over against her, persistently watching her, Adele Rossignol sat with the open flask clenched in her hand, and from the vitriol Celia shrank with an overwhelming terror.

The carriage drove out from the town along the western edge of the lake.
"Now listen," said Adele.