Retiring into the street, he watched the windows; but they, too, were lifeless.

The parapet on the roof was defined sharply against the brightening sky; nothing could have stirred upon it unseen by him, and nothing did stir.
From the north side he passed to the west, where there were four windows which he watched long and anxiously, but with as little effect.

At times his heart swelled with impotent wishes; at others, he trembled at the deceptions of his own fancy.

Amrah made no sign--not even a ghost stirred.
Silently, then, he stole round to the south.

There, too, the gate was sealed and inscribed.