Still blameless in fact, he could not help a fear of being observed; the feeling could not have been stronger if he had come with the express purpose of seeking Thyrza.

The air was cold; it blew at moments piercingly from the river.

Where the sun had set, there was still a swarthy glow upon the clouds; the gas-lamps gave a haggardness to the banks and the bridges.
He walked at a quick pace; this way, then that.

Workmen and women in numbers were hurrying in both directions.

Egremont kept his face towards the river, that he might see no one.