He looked once more up and down the dark street.

But the moment passed and he went on outside into the dark street.

We turned the corner and started down a long, dark street.

My father comes in, looking back over his shoulder to the dark street, watching.

He got up, left the store, walked across the dark street.

He tried again, then turned down a dark street and shut the car off.

Each time she looked, beyond the cold glass the dark street was empty.

You should have met us in a dark street twenty years ago.

Once they were moving through the dark streets it was not too bad.

William rose and walked to the window, looked out at the dark street.