The front walls had been pulled down, the roofs carried away, only the bare inner walls were left standing, so that Feversham when he wandered amongst them vainly at night seemed to have come into long lanes of five courts, crumbling into decay.

And each court was only distinguishable from its neighbour by a degree of ruin.

Already the foxes made their burrows beneath the walls.
He had calculated that one night would have been the term of his stay in Berber.

He was to have crept through the gate in the dusk of the evening, and before the grey light had quenched the stars his face should be set towards Obak.

Now he must go steadily forward amongst the crowds like a man that has business of moment, dreading conversation lest his tongue should betray him, listening ever for the name of Yusef to strike upon his ears.