He contrived a pace not too swift but business-like enough to convey the impression that he was rightfully walking this forbidden street.

He seemed to be going some place where it was of the utmost importance that he should be, and yet to have started so early that there was no need for haste.
He sounded the far end of that long street visible from outside the gate, discovering its excitements to wane gently into mere blacksmith and carpenter shops.

He retraced his steps, this time ignoring the long row of offices for the opposite line of stages.

From one dark interior came the slow, dulled strains of an orchestra and from another shots rang out.

He met or passed strangely attired people, bandits, priests, choir boys, gentlemen in evening dress with blue-black eyebrows and careful hair.