O.ヘンリーのここが分かりません。9
Without knowing why we look up suddenly to see in a window a face that seems to belong to our gallery of intimate portraits; in a sleeping thoroughfare we hear a cry of agony and fear coming from an empty and shuttered house;instead of at our familiar curb a cab-driver deposits us before a strange door, which one, with a smile, opens for us and bids us enter; a slip of paper, written upon, flutters down to our feet from the high lattices of Chance; we exchange glances of instantaneous hate affection, and fear with hurrying strangers in the passing crowds; a sudden souse of rain---and our umbrella may be sheltering the daughter of the Full Moon and first cousin of the Sidereal System; at every corner handkerchiefs drop fingers beckon, eyes besiege and the lost, lonely, the rapturous , the mysterious, the perilous changing cues of adventure are slipped into our fingers.
の中の、a slip of paper, written upon, flutters down to our feet from the high lattices of Chance; の部分が分かりません。
どなたか分かる方はいらっしゃいませんか？
お礼
ははあ、なるほどです。納得しました。ありがとうございます。