It was intensely cold, and the still air carried the sound clearly to the distance.

She must have heard him, she must have known his voice, but as she crossed the open place, and the gray light fell upon her, he could see that she did not raise her bent head nor slacken her speed.
He ran on, sure of overtaking her in the passage she had now entered, for she seemed to be only walking, while he was pursuing her at a headlong pace.

But in the narrow tunnel, when he reached it, she was not, though at the farther end he imagined that the fold of a black garment was just disappearing.

He emerged into the street, in which he could now see in both directions to a distance of fifty yards or more.
He was alone.

The rusty iron shutters of the little shops were all barred and fastened, and every door within the range of his vision was closed.