The paper was soiled and untidily folded, but the drawing was clear.

It took but a glance to satisfy him that what he had seen in his dream was but the reflection in his own thought of the idea in the Jew's mind.

He did not stop to ask any explanation of the fact; the fact itself pressed too hard upon him.
While the match was still burning he mechanically noticed the Jew's face, as it leaned over the paper near his own--not a handsome face, but gentle and noble in its expression.

Then the match went out; it dropped from his hand, a tiny spark, into the grass, and for a moment illuminated the blades among which it fell..