156 A DOG OF FLANDERS.

and the patience of a-great love to
sustain him in his search.

The trail of Nello’s steps, faint
and obscure as it was under the new
snow, went straightly along the ac-
customed tracks into Antwerp. It
was past midnight when Patrasche
traced it over the boundaries of the
town and into the narrow, tortuous,
gloomy streets. It was all quite dark _
in the town, save where some light
gleamed ruddily through the crevices
of house-shutters, or some group
went homeward with lanterns, chant-
ing drinking-songs. The streets
were all white with ice; the high
walls and roofs loomed black against
them. There was scarce a sound.
save the riot of the winds down the