She watched her mount and embark upon the sunny air.

The three Americans were talking politics, and did not notice anything but each other.

The witch alighted for a moment on one spike of the crown of Liberty, and climbing carefully down on to the lady's parting, was seen by Sarah Brown to bend down till her head hung apoplectically upside down, and gaze long and curiously into that impassive bronze eye.
Presently she remounted Harold, and, with a flippant and ambiguous gesture of her foot, launched herself eastward.

She disappeared without looking back.
The dock was reached.

Sarah Brown collected David her Dog, and Humphrey her Suit-case.