Clarence turned, and sickened once more to see at his heels, with the same servile smile on his face, the pursuer he fancied he had escaped.

He forgot the injunction of the stranger to follow him, and perceiving a crowd gathered close at hand, round a caricature-shop, dived amidst them, and, gaining another street, altered the direction he had before taken, and, after a long and breathless course, gained without once more seeing the spy, a distant quartier of the city.
Here, indeed, all seemed so serene and fair that his artist eye, even in that imminent hour, rested with pleasure on the scene.

It was a comparatively broad space, formed by one of the noble quays.

The Seine flowed majestically along, with boats and craft resting on its surface.
The sun gilt a thousand spires and domes, and gleamed on the white palaces of a fallen chivalry.

Here fatigued and panting, he paused an instant, and a cooler air from the river fanned his brow.