On his own initiative he decided not to drive through the town, but to skirt it, and to rejoin the posting road upon the other side.

The sun was not yet high, for it was only nine o'clock.
Casanova reflected: "It is likely enough that Lorenzi's body has not been found yet." He hardly troubled to think that he himself had killed Lorenzi.

All he knew was that he was glad to be leaving Mantua farther and farther behind, and glad to have rest at last.
He fell into a deep sleep, the deepest he had ever known.

It lasted practically two days and two nights.

The brief interruptions to his slumbers necessitated by the change of horses from time to time, and the interruptions that occurred when he was sitting in inns, or walking up and down in front of posting stations, or exchanging a few casual words with postmasters, innkeepers, customhouse officers, and travellers, did not linger in his memory as individual details.