Napoleonic Wars, 1800-1815 -- Fiction; War stories
On his way from the harbour to the upper part of the town where his inn
was situated Cosmo Latham met very few people. He had to pass through a
sort of covered way; its arch yawned in front of him very black with
only a feeble glimmer of a light in its depths. It did not occur to him
that it was a place where one could very well be knocked on the head by
evil-intentioned men if there were any prowling about in that early part
of the evening, for it was early yet, though the last gleams of sunset
had gone out completely off the earth and out of the sky. On issuing
from the dark passage a maze of narrow streets presented itself to his
choice, but he knew that as long as he kept walking uphill he could not
fail to reach the middle of the town. Projecting at long intervals from
the continuous mass of thick walls, wrought-iron arms held lanterns
containing dim gleams of light. The enormous doors of the lofty gateways
he passed were closed, and the only sound he could hear was that of his
own deliberate footsteps. At a wider spot where several of those lanes
met he stopped, and looking about him asked himself whether all those
enormous and palatial houses were empty, or whether it was the thickness
of walls that killed all the signs of life within; for as to the
population being already asleep he could not believe it for a moment.
All at once he caught sight of a muffled feminine form. In the heavy
shadow she seemed to emerge out of one wall and gliding on seemed to
disappear into another. It was undoubtedly a woman. Cosmo was startled
by this noiseless apparition and had a momentary feeling of being lost
in an enchanted city. Presently the enchanted silence was broken by the
increasing sound of an iron-shod stick tapping the flagstones, till
there walked out of one of the dark and tortuous lanes a man who by his
rolling gait, general outline, and the characteristic shape of the hat,
Cosmo could not doubt, was a seaman belonging to the English man-of-war
in the harbour. The tapping of his stick ceased suddenly and Cosmo
hailed him in English, asking for the way.
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