St.Mary's Church, not long since consecrated, St.
Clement's Church, loomed large and shadowy in the narrow roadway, narrowing still more towards Temple Bar past the ill-favoured and unsavoury Butcher's Row on the north side of the street, where the houses of rotting plaster and timber with overhanging storeys frowned upon the passer-by and suggested deeds of violence and robbery.
Butcher's Row and its evil reputation, even the ruffians and dissolute men lurking in the deep doorways did not frighten Lavinia so much as the silk-coated and bewigged cavaliers.

The days of the Mohocks were gone it was true, but lawlessness still remained.
Lavinia was perfectly conscious that she was being followed by a spark of this class.

She did not dare look round lest he should think she encouraged him, but she knew all the same that he was keeping on her heels.

Along Fleet Street he kept close to her and on Ludgate Bridge where the traffic was blocked by the crowd gazing into the Fleet river at some urchin's paddling in the muddy stream he spoke to her.

She hadn't the least idea what he said, she was too terrified.
In the darkness of St.Paul's Churchyard she had the good luck to avoid him and she darted into Paternoster Row, and took shelter in a deep doorway.