A group of Jews stood under it in earnest and passionate talk.

There was a strange and bodeful silence on every side.

The coffee-house of the Moors beyond the gate was already lit up, and the door was open, but the floor was empty.

No snake-charmers, no jugglers, no story-tellers, with their circles of squatting spectators, were to be seen or heard.

These professors of science and magic and jocularity had never before been absent.