I had a long way to walk through the poor streets of the little seaport , badly lighted as they were by the miserable oil-lamps that swung in the wind . The windows were covered up everywhere , though now and again a stream of light would come out between the narrow openings , and I could hear voices talking over the fires and supper-tables . The inns that I passed were not empty , for a light could be seen through their red curtains , and voices were heard singing or arguing