She was stealing back through the open window and I caught but a glimpse of her black head-veil in the wavering lights.
But Leicester still leaned forward with his chin on the balcony rail, and grinned upon the street and the wall opposite.
I dragged myself from the spot.

How long it took me I do not know; for I crawled on my belly, and there were pauses in my progress of which I remember nothing.

But I remember that at some point in it there dawned upon me the certainty that this was the very street down which I had struck on my way from the ramparts.

If not the same street, it must have been one close beside and running parallel with it: for at daybreak, with no other guidance than this certainty, I found myself back at the breach, nursing my foot and staring stupidly downward at the bodies on the slope.
Across the foot of it a young officer was picking his way slowly in the dawn.

A sergeant followed him with a notebook and pencil, and two men with lanterns.