We should have done better to have come on horseback in the usual way; but Rashid, having chanced upon the carriage, a great rarity, had decided on that way of going as more fashionable, forgetful of the fact that there was not a road.
The stars were out.

In the few shops which still kept open lanterns hung, throwing streaks of yellow light on the uneven causeway, a gleam into the eyes of wayfarers and prowling dogs.

Many of the people in the streets, too, carried lanterns whose swing made objects in their circle seem to leap and fall.

I came at length into an open place where there was concourse--a kind of square which might be called the centre of the city.
The crowd there, as I noticed with surprise, was stationary, with all its faces turned in one direction.

I heard a man's voice weeping and declaiming wildly.
'What is it ?' I inquired, among the outskirts.
'A great misfortune!' someone answered.