By the glare of the headlights I could see that for quite a long way ahead, the road was closer to the edge than it ought to be.
— from Roy Blakeley's Silver Fox Patrol by Percy Keese Fitzhugh
Thus, with every step, I found the situation grow more intolerable, for though I kept a close watch behind me and upon the black gloom of the hedges, I could see nothing.
— from The Broad Highway by Jeffery Farnol
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