one after one
Yet she had not been able to turn away . Now , as she stepped back into the middle of the alley and walked on with the man beside her she wondered what he was thinking of her . She could not talk to him any more . She was too conscious of the lighted stairways , one after one , succeeding each other to right and left of them , of the still figures , of the watching eyes in which the yellow rays of the candles gleamed . Her companion did not speak ; but as they walked he glanced furtively from one side to the other , then stared down steadily on the white road . When they turned to the right and came out by the gardens , and Domini saw the great tufted heads of the palms black against the moon , she felt relieved and was able to speak again . `` I should like you to know that I am quite a stranger to all African things and people , '' she said .