I turned round, not quickly or in surprise or fear.

Rather in the same dull wonder.

The upper part of the bookseller's door was ajar.

It was that I had heard opened.

An old woman was peering out at us.
As our eyes met, she made a slight movement to close the door again.
But I did not stir, and seeming to be reassured by a second glance, she nodded to me in a stealthy fashion.