The light which filtered through a crack in the shutter fell upon several objects--a crimson curtain, a gilded cornice, and a painting on the wall.

Here the Tatar motioned to Andrii to wait, and opened the door into another room from which flashed the light of a fire.

He heard a whispering, and a soft voice which made him quiver all over.

Through the open door he saw flit rapidly past a tall female figure, with a long thick braid of hair falling over her uplifted hands.

The Tatar returned and told him to go in.
He could never understand how he entered and how the door was shut behind him.