This night he crossed London Bridge and passed into Southwark.

As he glided down a bye street, a woman with a little basket on her arm, turned into it at the other end.
Directly he observed her, he sought the shelter of an archway, and stood aside until she had passed.

Then he emerged cautiously from his hiding-place, and followed.
She went into several shops to purchase various kinds of household necessaries, and round every place at which she stopped he hovered like her evil spirit; following her when she reappeared.

It was nigh eleven o'clock, and the passengers in the streets were thinning fast, when she turned, doubtless to go home.

The phantom still followed her.
She turned into the same bye street in which he had seen her first, which, being free from shops, and narrow, was extremely dark.