She waited, half looking for some sign in the African night.

The African night was so charged with mystery, uncertainty, and menace.

It was a soft African night with abundant stars.

She stood staring out at the African night, feeling the cool breeze on her face.

The onset of the African night was sped upon them by the low cloud.

Before his eyes it faded and the sudden African night was upon them.

Drake went to the window and gazed out into the warm African night.

The descending African night was soft, the breeze stiff from offshore.

And she realized that indeed this was the man whom natives spoke about during long African nights.

What had been the effect upon her of the moon and myriad stars of the clear African nights?