They tell of the humble life of these little homesteads, subsisting here, where in the backward of the ages were so many palaces and splendours.
And the first bayings of the watchdogs announce already the vague uneasiness of the evenings around the ruins.

There is no one now within the mummy-town, which seems all at once to have grown larger in the silence.

Very quickly the violet shadow covers it, all save the extreme points of its obelisks, which keep still a little of their rose-colour.
The feeling comes over you that a sovereign mystery has taken possession of the town, as if some vague phantom things had just passed into it..