The second day passed like the first, and the night.

On the third morning the flowers lay shrunken by his side.

Drops of wet oozing through the air-slits, fell dully on the stone floor.

He heard the dreary beatings of the tree's leaves against the mouths of the griffins, bedashing them with the spray of the rain-storm without.

At intervals a burst of thunder rolled over his head, and lightning flashing down through the slits, lit up the cell with a greenish glare, followed by sharp splashings and rattlings of the redoubled rain-storm.
"This is the morning of the third day," murmured Israel to himself; "he said he would at the furthest come to me on the morning of the third day.