He had seen in that look a cruel spirit of which he was afraid.

Two or three times he thought he heard a step and a movement in the adjoining chamber, and waited, almost holding his breath, with his eyes upon the door, expecting every moment to see the scowling face of his jailer.

But no hand touched the door.
Tired at last with everything in the room, he went to the window and sought to look out, as he had already done many times.

He could not understand why this window, was so different from any he had ever seen, and puzzled over it in his weak, childish way.

As he moved from pane to pane, trying to see through, he caught a glimpse of something outside, but it was gone in a moment.