There were dark Arab cafes, noisy Italian wine-shops, butchers' stalls; children of all ages played and screamed about the precipitous cobble-paved streets; and the shrill cries of Jewish women, sitting at their doors, rose in rebuke of husband or offspring.

Not many lights appeared through the shuttered windows of the dark, high houses.

Overhead, between two facades, one saw a strip of paleness which one knew was the moonlit sky.
Conversation with my companion being difficult--the top of his silk hat just reached my elbow--I strode along in silence, Anastasius trotting by my side.

Many jeers and jests were flung at us as we passed, whereat he scowled terribly; but no one molested us.

I am inclined to think that Anastasius attributed this to fear of his fierce demeanour.