Aside from the real
dangers, there was enough to deter any woman, I should think.
Jane wept all the way over, but Mary never flinched.
There were great mud-holes where one sank ankle-deep, for no one paved
the street at that time, strangely enough preferring to pay the
sixpence fine per square yard for leaving it undone. At one place,
Brandon told me, a load of hay blocked the streets, compelling them to
squeeze between the houses and the hay. He could hardly believe the
girls had passed that way, as he had not always been able to keep them
in view, but had sometimes to follow them by watching Buckingham. He,
however, kept as close as possible, and presently saw them turn down
Grouche's alley and enter his house.
Upon learning where they had stopped, Buckingham hurriedly took
himself off, and Brandon waited for the girls to come out. It seemed a
very long time that they were in the wretched place, and darkness had
well descended upon London when they emerged.
Mary soon noticed that a man was following them, and as she did not
know who he was, became greatly alarmed.
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