In seeking the door, I turned an angle: there shot out the friendly gleam again, from the lozenged panes of a very small latticed window, within a foot of the ground, made still smaller by the growth of ivy or some other creeping plant, whose leaves clustered thick over the portion of the house wall in which it was set.
Buscando la puerta, doblé un ángulo del edificio y volví a distinguir la anhelada luz brotando de una ventanita enrejada, pequeña y que lo parecía más aún porque la ocultaba en parte la hiedra que revestía el muro de aquella parte de la casa.