It was strange under the arc-light.

He didn’t like this arc-light business.

It was a bright scarlet under the arc-light.

Outside the arc-light shone through the bare branches of a tree.

George watched them, through the window, pass under the arc-light and cross the street.

Nick walked up the street beside the car-tracks and turned at the next arc-light down a side-street.

Nick walked up the dark street to the corner under the arc-light, and then along the car-tracks to Henry’s eating-house.