On the second day he drew his chair a little distance back from the window and watched.

On the third day he drew his chair close to the window, but at the side and against the wall.

In this way he could see everything that happened and everyone who passed, and yet remain himself unobserved.
Almost opposite to his window stood a small mean house fallen into neglect and disrepair.

The windows were curtained with dust, many of the panes were broken, the shutters hung upon broken hinges, the paint was peeling from the door.

The house had the most melancholy aspect of long disuse.