The shop was at the corner of a side street, leading to the market, since removed to make room for the railway.

"There's a back entrance to the house!" I thought to myself--and ran down the side street.

Too late! the lovely fugitive had escaped me.

Had I lost her forever in the great world of London?
I thought so at the time.

Events will show that I never was more mistaken in my life.
I was in no humor to call on my friend.