The lumbering of army motor trucks and vans, the hurry of ever-passing feet and vehicles, changed the familiar old-time London roar, which had been as that of low and distant thunder, into the louder rumbling of a storm which had drawn nearer and was spending its fury within the city's streets themselves.
Just at this moment there arose the sound of some gigantic loaded thing, passing with unearthly noises, and high above it pierced the shrilling of fifes.
Robin glanced about the empty garden.
"The noise seems to shut us in.

How deserted the Gardens look.

I feel as if we were in another world.

We are shut in--and shut out," she whispered.
He whispered also.

He still looked down at the slim gloved hand as if it had some important connection with the moment.
"We have so few minutes together," he said.