I hear a door open.

The roar of the streets rushes up into the house, and the woman's footsteps are swallowed up.
Time drifts onward through my dream.

Scenes change, take shape, and fade; but all is vague and undefined, until, out of the dimness, there fashions itself a long, deserted street.

The lights make glistening circles on the wet pavement.

A figure, dressed in gaudy rags, slinks by, keeping close against the wall.