"Mercy on us!" quoth Robin, recognizing the sound.
Turning a corner, which chanced to be close at his right hand, he
hastened to pursue his researches in some other part of the town.
His patience now was wearing low, and he seemed to feel more fatigue
from his rambles since he crossed the ferry, than from his journey
of several days on the other side. Hunger also pleaded loudly within
him, and Robin began to balance the propriety of demanding, violently,
and with lifted cudgel, the necessary guidance from the first solitary
passenger whom he should meet. While a resolution to this effect was
gaining strength, he entered a street of mean appearance, on either
side of which a row of ill-built houses was straggling towards the
harbor. The moonlight fell upon no passenger along the whole extent,
but in the third domicile which Robin passed there was a half-opened
door, and his keen glance detected a woman's garment within.
"My luck may be better here," said he to himself.
Accordingly, he approached the door, and beheld it shut closer as
he did so; yet an open space remained, sufficing for the fair occupant
to observe the stranger, without a corresponding display on her
part.
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