And only a little further away still, the body itself--the huge city, throbbing beneath its pall of smoke and cloud.

The girl, who had been gazing steadily downwards for several moments, turned at last to her companion.
"Do you know," she said, "that this makes me think of the first night you spoke to me?
You remember it--up on the roof at Blenheim House ?" Tavernake did not answer for a moment.

He was looking through a queerly-shaped instrument that he had brought with him at half-a-dozen stakes that he had laboriously driven into the ground some distance away.

He was absolutely absorbed in his task.
"The main avenue," he muttered softly to himself.

"Yes, it must be a trifle more to the left.