They passed the door of the chapel in which he lay, and once or twice he thought they were going to enter, but they seemed merely to pause at the door.

Then he would hold his breath until they were gone.
At last and with infinite joy he saw the colored lights fade.

The window itself grew dark, and the murmur in the church ceased.

But he did not come forth from his secure refuge until it was quite dark.

He staggered from stiffness at first, but the circulation was soon restored.