eight o'clock in the evening
He never knew how far he walked that night , haunted by the presence of Corona 's deathly face and by the sound of that despairing cry which he had no power to check . He went on and on , challenged from time to time by the sentinels to whom he mechanically showed his pass . Striding up hill and down through the highways and through the least frequented streets of the city , it was all the same to him in his misery , and he had no consciousness of what he saw or heard . At eight o'clock in the evening he was opposite Saint Peter 's ; at midnight he was standing alone at the desolate cross-roads before Santa Croce in Gerusalemme , beyond the Lateran , and only just within the walls . From place to place he wandered , feeling no fatigue , but only a burning fever in his head and an icy chill in his heart . Sometimes he would walk up and down some broad square twenty or thirty times ; then again he followed a long thoroughfare throughout its whole length , and retraced his steps without seeing that he passed twice through the same street . At last he found himself in a great crowd of people .