If hate could kill, Ramage would have been killed by a flash of hate. As she crossed the square, almost within a stone’s throw of her lodgings, she came face to face with Courtlaw. The carpenter well knew from the obstacle which had interfered with his own progress, that the unknown could not have passed through the same lock as himself. ‘What am I looking for?’ ‘A miniature.
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