Then, with a fresh intentness, she listened to the footsteps outside, and, having listened, her trouble increased.

What did Naomi hear?
The black women could hear nothing save the common sounds of the streets--the shouts of children at play, the calls of women, the cries of the mule-drivers, and now and again the piercing shrieks of a black story-teller from the town of the Moors--only this varied flow of voices, and under it the indistinct murmur of multitudinous life coming and going on every side.
Did other sounds come to Naomi's ears?
Was her spiritual power, which was unclogged by any grosser sense than that of hearing, conscious of some terrible undertone of impending trouble?
Or was her disquietude no more than recollection of her father's promise to be back at sunset, and mere anxiety for his return?
Fatimah and Habeebah knew nothing and saw nothing.

All that they could do was to wring their hands.
Meantime, Naomi's agitation became yet more restless, and nothing would serve her at last but that she should go out into the streets.

And the black women, seeing her so steadfastly minded, and being affected by her fears, made her ready, and themselves as well, and then all three went out together.
"Where are we going ?" said Habeebah.
"Nay, how should I know ?" said Fatimah.
"We are fools," said Habeebah.
It was now an hour after sunset, the light was fading, and the traffic was sinking down.

Only at the gate of the Mellah, which, contrary to custom, had not yet been closed, was the throng still dense.