As she crossed the square, almost within a stone’s throw of her lodgings, she came face to face with Courtlaw. Nowadays, from the looks of it, people were lining up to become vampires. At this piece of information, the two subordinate officers were observed to exchange glances; and, after a little agreeable raillery on their captain's gallantry, they begged permission to accompany him in his visit. She would become defensive—what she did would be the thing that mattered. Unwillingly he drew a little nearer, and became one of the group of loiterers about the entrance. She was listed for the raid—she was informed it was to be a raid upon the House of Commons, though no particulars were given her—and told to go alone to 14, Dexter Street, Westminster, and not to ask any policeman to direct her. She goes out and comes home.
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