The thin, waxen features were as those of the dead, but they were hers, nevertheless.

In an instant he could be by her side.

But again his progress was momentarily impeded by a number of persons who were entering the building hastily to attend the next Mass.
Scarcely ten seconds later he was out in the narrow and dismal passage which winds between the north side of the Teyn Kirche and the buildings behind the Kinsky Palace.

The vast buttresses and towers cast deep shadows below them, and the blackened houses opposite absorb what remains of the uncertain winter's daylight.

To the left of the church a low arch spans the lane, affording a covered communication between the north aisle and the sacristy.