Circumstances over which she has no control may cause such a world to come into existence in a girl's heart.
She left the window at last, and got into bed, where she soon presented an image of perfect repose.

Meanwhile, in a dark corner of the court-yard at the rear, a dark, pyramidal object abode without motion.
It might have been taken for a heap of blankets piled up there.

But if you examined it more narrowly you would have detected in it the vague outlines of a human figure, squatting on its haunches, with its head resting on its knees, and its arms clasped round them,--somewhat as figures sit in Egyptian hieroglyphics, or like Aztecan mummies in the tomb.

So still was it, it might itself have been a mummy.

But ever and anon a blinking of the narrow eyes in the bronze countenance told that it was no mummy, but a living creature.