As she crossed the square, almost within a stone’s throw of her lodgings, she came face to face with Courtlaw. Her thoughts were deflected from Vivie Warren by the peculiar behavior of a middle-aged gentleman in Piccadilly. Never before had any human being kissed her lips. Speak lower. Again having recourse to the centre-bit,—for Winifred's door was locked,—Jack had nearly cut out a panel, when a sudden outcry was raised in the carpenter's chamber.
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