He smiled and nodded and led the way through the noise and bustle to a large glass door at one end.

This she opened and stepped out upon a fire escape so broad it was more like a balcony.

And with the noise of the presses subdued, from their high perch they looked silently down.
All around them for miles, it seemed, stretched dark uneven fields of roofs, with the narrow East River winding its way through the midst of them to the harbor below, silvery, dim and cool and serene, opening to the distant sea.

From the bridges rearing high over the river, lights by thousands sparkled down.

But directly below the spot where they stood was only a dull hazy glow, rising out of dark tenement streets where dimly they could just make out numberless moving shadowy forms, restless crowds too hot to sleep.