The little house at the edge of the village aroused attention.

Its walls already felt the regard of scores of suspecting eyes.

The motley wings of rumor hovered restlessly above them.
People tried to surprise the secret hidden within the house by the ravine.

They peeped into the windows at night.

Now and then somebody would rap on the pane, and quickly take to his heels in fright.
Once the tavern keeper stopped Vlasova on the street.