C53

At night, the road was deathly still. Only the dim light of the street lamps could still be seen.

He drove all the way to the foot of the mountain, turned off the engine, and got off the carriage.

The car stopped where he had come with her.

There was no one at this time of the year, no movement from the wind or grass, and the summer night was so hot that the small animals all fell asleep early