The low, brutish creatures that she met gave her little heed; but the sight of them, alone and not offset by any more respectable fellow-strollers, made her turn back to the Atrium Vestae.
As she hastened on her way homeward an uneasy sensation haunted her that she was being followed.

She halted, faced about.

The street was narrow, the light was beginning to fade.

The figure of a man was vanishing in the booth of some bold vintner, who had ventured to risk plunder for the sake of sales.

She proceeded.