Do you hear the trumpets clearly ?" "I think I do.

Yes--I hear them clearly now." She stopped.

"He is coming," she added under her breath.
Dolores listened, but she had not the almost supernatural hearing of the blind, and could distinguish nothing but the tramping of the soldiers below, and her sister's irregular breathing beside her, as Inez held her breath again and again in order to catch the very faint and distant sound.
"Open the window," she said almost sharply, "I know I hear the trumpets." Her delicate fingers felt for the bolts with almost feverish anxiety.
Dolores helped her and opened the window wide.

A strain of distant clarions sounding a triumphant march came floating across the wet city.
Dolores started, and her face grew radiant, while her fresh lips opened a little as if to drink in the sound with the wintry air.

Beside her, Inez grew slowly pale and held herself by the edge of the window frame, gripping it hard, and neither of the two girls felt any sensation of cold.