She walked out to her car and drove off down the dark driveway.

I locked the deadbolt and switched off the porch light.

The house was perfectly quiet.

The grandfather clock in the hall struck nine.

I went into my private study.

I switched on the little brass desk lamp.

Its yellow glow threw long shadows across the tall bookshelves that lined the walls.

I pulled open the bottom drawer of my heavy oak desk.