This was the means by which I had formerly escaped from the same precincts.
The streets, as I passed, were desolate and silent.

The largest computation made the number of fugitives two-thirds of the whole people; yet, judging by the universal desolation, it seemed as if the solitude were nearly absolute.

That so many of the houses were closed, I was obliged to ascribe to the cessation of traffic, which made the opening of their windows useless, and the terror of infection, which made the inhabitants seclude themselves from the observation of each other.
I proceeded to search out the house to which Estwick had directed me as the abode of Thetford.

What was my consternation when I found it to be the same at the door of which the conversation took place of which I had been an auditor on the last evening! I recalled the scene of which a rude sketch had been given by the _hearse-men_.

If such were the fate of the master of the family, abounding with money and friends, what could be hoped for the moneyless and friendless Wallace?
The house appeared to be vacant and silent; but these tokens might deceive.