Moreover the space of it seemed so limitless that it negatived any one's responsibility.

A sudden delightful activity swept over the world, and it was immediately every one's business to get wood from anywhere at all and drag it into the middle of the Common.

As they moved through the turnstiles Olva fancied that he caught sight of Craven.
On the Common's edge, with bright little lights in their windows, were perched a number of tiny houses with strips of garden in front of them.
These little eyes watched, apprehensively no doubt, the shadowy mass that hovered under the night sky.

They did not like this kind of thing, these little houses--they remembered five or six years ago when their cabbages had been trampled upon, their palings torn down, even hand-to-hand contests in the passages and one roof on fire.

Where were the police?
The little eyes watched anxiously.