Here and there were lights on the bosom of the looming blackness, but they only emphasized the darkness pressing on the outskirts of the radiance.
Every area way and alley had its sound.

The air was full of footsteps; behind her a voice called to her.

She dashed by yawning darkness that was an open alley, hurried toward lights, halted precipitately at signals of danger and veered aside at unexpected sounds.

Once she stumbled upon the body of a sleeper who had come down into the darkness of the ravine to pass the night.

At her suppressed cry the Maccabee sprang forward, but she caught herself and ran faster.
He ceased then to attempt to stop her.