Henri glided along the hedge on the side which was thrown into deep shade, taking care to make no noise either on the gravel or against the trees.
Obliged to walk carefully, and while walking to watch carefully over every movement he made, he could not perceive anything. And yet, by his style, his dress, his walk, he still fancied he recognized Remy in the man who wore the overcoat.
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