Needing only to make them the same----did you say what?
She had reached the street now,--a back-street, a crooked sort of lane rather, running between endless piles of warehouses.

She hurried down it to gain the suburbs, for she lived out in the country.

It was a long, tiresome walk through the outskirts of the town, where the dwelling-houses were,--long rows of two-story bricks drabbled with soot-stains.

It was two years since she had been in the town.
Remembering this, and the reason why she had shunned it, she quickened her pace, her face growing stiller than before.

One might have fancied her a slave putting on a mask, fearing to meet her master.