The Admiral Bembo and the Blind Man

It seemed impossible for either of us to remain much longer in the house. The neighbourhood to our ears seemed haunted by approaching footsteps. We were not many minutes on the road, though we sometimes stopped to lay hold of each other,. But there was no unusual sound, nothing but the low wash of the ripple and the croaking of the inmates of the wood. It was already candlelight when we reached the hamlet, and I shall never forget how much I was cheered to see the yellow shine indoors and windows. For, you would have thought men would have been ashamed of themselves, no soul would consent to return with us to the Admiral Bembo.