The pose was that of vague, comfortable thought.

Yet his vision seemed to rest, true as a plumb-line, on the hiding-place.

Was he in doubt ?--he could reach down lazily, and feel.
Worst of all, the greenish pallor in the eastern sky had imperceptibly turned brighter; and now the ribbed edge of a roof, across the way, began to glow like incandescent silver.

The moon was crawling up.
The head and the dangling goblet were slowly pulled in, just before the moonlight, soft and sullen through the brown haze of the heat, stole down the wall and spread upon the tiles.

The shutter remained open.