The taxi was rolling through a very dark night but I could feel her eyes on me.

The taxi rolled forward, came into the glow of the avenue.

As the taxi rolled away, The Shadow ascended the steps.

The taxi, having no free will, rolled downtown.

The taxi rolled away from the blind street.

A taxi was rolling along a side street north of Times Square.

That was what I had got when the taxi rolled to the curb in 47th Street.

The taxi is bumping and rolling back toward the outside world.

The break came when a taxi rolled along the stilled street.

From another corner, a streamlined taxi rolled slowly along the rear street.