text:  the evening on which that particular page of the Confessions was written ) I had visited the street looked up at the windows and instead of the gloomy desolation reigning there when myself and a little girl were the sole nightly tenants sleeping in fact (poor freezing creatures that we both were) on the floor of the attorney's law-chamber and making a pillow out of his infernal parchments I had seen with pleasure the evidences of comfort respectability and domestic animation in the lights and stir prevailing through different stories of the house