The moon was riding full and high in the heavens, and its reflection caused intense light and dark shadows.

Catherine's own shadow stalked heavy and immense by her side.
She walked a little way down the avenue, listening intently.

Even the crunching of the gravel disturbed her, so she stepped on the grass, and walked noiselessly on its velvet path.
Suddenly she stopped, threw up her head, flung her shawl off, and with a movement quick as lightning, put out her hand and caught something.
She was holding a girl's slender and round arm.

She drew her forward, pushed back her somewhat tawdry hat, and looked into her face.
"What are you doing here?
What is your name?
Speak at once.

Tell me the truth." The girl had queer, half-wild eyes.