Kneebone, who began to feel sleepy, wound it up, and snuffed the candles. “It was your own fault,” she exclaimed. As she crossed the square, almost within a stone’s throw of her lodgings, she came face to face with Courtlaw. The same look she had often seen in the eyes of the drunken beachcombers her father had brought home, and it had not filled her with horror. Section 2.
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