That thought gave him courage, and he pushed forward to the door.

As he fumbled the key into the lock he saw that a beggar was crouching by the doorway in the shadow cast by the moonlight.

The man was asleep.

Israel could hear his breathing, and smell his rags.

Also he could hear the thud of his own temples like the beating of a drum in his brain.
At length, as he was groping feebly through the crooked passage, a new thought came to him.