The Rue Ferronerie, narrow in itself, was so choked at this date by stalls and bulkheads, that an edict directing the removal of those which abutted on the cemetery had been issued a little before.
Nothing had been done on it, however, and this neck of Paris, this main thoroughfare between the east and the west, between the fashionable quarter of the Marais and the fashionable quarter of the Louvre, was still a devious huddle of sheds and pent-houses.

Tignonville slid behind one of these, found that it masked the mouth of an alley, and, heedless whither the passage led, ran hurriedly along it.

Every instant he expected to hear the hue and cry behind him, and he did not halt or draw breath until he had left the soldiers far in the rear, and found himself astray at the junction of four noisome lanes, over two of which the projecting gables fairly met.

Above the two others a scrap of sky appeared, but this was too small to indicate in which direction the river lay.
Tignonville hesitated, but not for long; a burst of voices heralded a new danger, and he shrank into a doorway.

Along one of the lanes a troop of children, the biggest not twelve years old, came dancing and leaping round something which they dragged by a string.