It was there somewhere, on one side of the street or the other. But, oh, not to see it! To expect at any moment it might start up again--Heaven knew where, perhaps at her very carriage window. Her unconscious hand was doubled to a fist upon her breast, fast closed upon the sapphire. With all her body braced, she leaned and looked far backward, and far forward, and now for a long time saw nothing. The distance was empty. The glare of arc-lights showed her the shadows of her own progress--the shadow of her vehicle shooting huge an