those feet...
As they settled to the lower floor the feet came into view in the sickly electric light of the paved hall.
***** IN THE ALLEY Down the long street came the moon, and Amory turned his back on it and walked.

Ten, fifteen steps away sounded the footsteps.

They were like a slow dripping, with just the slightest insistence in their fall.
Amory's shadow lay, perhaps, ten feet ahead of him, and soft shoes was presumably that far behind.

With the instinct of a child Amory edged in under the blue darkness of the white buildings, cleaving the moonlight for haggard seconds, once bursting into a slow run with clumsy stumblings.

After that he stopped suddenly; he must keep hold, he thought.