Towards the morning she was carried along with a complete absence of bodily sensation, as if she had been in very truth one of those disembodied spirits of Mrs.Johns' spirit world, driven through the solitude of the ages by the implacable decree of some incalculable malignant force called immortality.

She felt as though centuries of time had rolled over her head when the murk of the lowering sky lightened, and the London dawn was born, naked and grey.
The dawn brought London to life with a speed which was in the nature of a miracle.

From the appearance of the first workers to the flocking of the streets, was, as it were, but a moment.

The 'buses and trams commenced running, and shops opened.

Sisily found herself walking along Holborn, where the thickening crowds jostled her as she walked.