His knees were shaking, a cold icy horror was numbing his heart and senses.

A feeling of nightmare was upon him, as though he had risen unexpectedly from a bed of delirium.

There in front of him, a little to the left, was the broad empty street amongst whose shadows she had disappeared.

On one side was the Park, and there was obscurity indefinable, mysterious; on the other a long row of tall mansions, a rain-soaked pavement, and a curving line of gas lamps.
Beyond, the river, marked with a glittering arc of yellow dots; further away the glow of the sleeping city.

Shelter enough there for any one--even for her.