CHAPTER VIII .-- SHE TRAVELS IN PURSUIT.
April 16.

Evening, Paris, Hotel -- - .-- There is no overtaking her at this place; but she has been here, as I thought, no other hotel in Paris being known to her.

We go on to-morrow morning.
April 18.

Venice .-- A morning of adventures and emotions which leave me sick and weary, and yet unable to sleep, though I have lain down on the sofa of my room for more than an hour in the attempt.

I therefore make up my diary to date in a hurried fashion, for the sake of the riddance it affords to ideas which otherwise remain suspended hotly in the brain.
We arrived here this morning in broad sunlight, which lit up the sea-girt buildings as we approached so that they seemed like a city of cork floating raft-like on the smooth, blue deep.