1 The warmth of the fire had passed out of her veins, and she told herself that she must not sit long in the penetrating dampness which struck up from the wet asphalt.
2 Suddenly, however, she became aware that one of the passing shadows remained stationary between her line of vision and the gleaming asphalt; and raising her eyes she saw a young woman bending over her.
3 It ended at the paving of asphalt which led up to the gates of the Mapleton stables.
The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes By Arthur Conan DoyleContext Highlight In I. The Adventure of Silver Blaze