The same inspection of the deceased and renewal of his food; the same cold, clouded sky, the same agitated conferences in the market-place.
For the third time darkness fell upon us in that horrible place.

Once more we took refuge on the roof, but this night neither of us slept.
We were too cold, too physically miserable, and too filled with mental apprehensions.

All nature seemed to be big with impending disaster.

The sky appeared to be sinking down upon the earth.

The moon was hidden, yet a faint and lurid light shone now in one quarter of the horizon, now in another.