The Hunchback of Notre Dame by Book 9 Chapter 1 Page 2

He no longer knew where he was, what he thought, or whether he were dreaming.

He went forward, walking, running, taking any street at haphazard, making no choice, only urged ever onward away from the Gr�ve, the horrible Gr�ve, which he felt confusedly, to be behind him.

In this manner he skirted Mount Sainte-Genevi�ve, and finally emerged from the town by the Porte Saint-Victor. He continued his flight as long as he could see, when he turned round, the turreted enclosure of the University, and the rare houses of the suburb; but, when, at length, a rise of ground had completely concealed from him that odious Paris, when he could believe himself to be a hundred leagues distant from it, in the fields, in the desert, he halted, and it seemed to him that he breathed more freely.