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He opened the box. Mrs. “Okay. ”
“Well,” she said, “has there not been some reason for this? The likeness to
Annabel could scarcely have escaped remark. William Kneebone was a woollen-draper of "credit and renown," whose
place of business was held at the sign of the Angel (for, in those days, every shop
had its sign), opposite Saint Clement's church in the Strand. What's this?" he
added, stooping to pick up a piece of paper lying at his feet—it was Jonathan's
memorandum. So, let's think
no more about it. Painting is only one
slender branch of the great tree. “Won’t you give
me your address?”
She shook her head. All alone; and nobody cared whether he
lived or died. The flush
deck was without wells. I slaved over it,
contacted half a dozen genealogy groups and came up
with zilch.
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