Soon she had passed out of the fashionable neighborhood in which she lived.

After this she walked more slowly, and with the air of one whose mind was in doubt or hesitation.

Once she stopped, and turning about, slowly retraced her steps for the distance of a square.

Then she wheeled around, as if from some new and strong resolve, and went on again.

At last she paused before a respectable-looking house of moderate size in a neighborhood remote from the busier and more thronged parts of the city.
The shutters were all bowed down to the parlor, and the house had a quiet, unobtrusive look.