She steadied her voice to decline it, and turned back again to the window.

But now as she looked across the street, she was filled with a new and very bitter envy.

The woman over there had the right to suffer for her suspense.
At last the clock doled out ten strokes with a grudging deliberation, and less than five minutes later the shadow of a man was seen upon one of the red blinds.

In the street below the people surged forward: there was a running flash of white as their heads were thrown back and their faces upturned to the Hall; and the shouts and cries swelled to a Babel, tearing the air.

The blind was withdrawn, the window thrown open: Clarice could see people pressing forward in the room.