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. "Why, what the devil would you have had me do!—make myself scarce, eh? You
should have tipped me the wink. “You let him touch you!” John whispered back. “You are in luck, Miss Pellissier,” he declared. ‘I may have been only a secretary, but
times are changing. I was the black sheep, I was hurried
out of the way. He
had had five children at irregular intervals, of whom Ann Veronica was the
youngest, so that as a parent he came to her perhaps a little practised and jaded
and inattentive; and he called her his “little Vee,” and patted her unexpectedly
and disconcertingly, and treated her promiscuously as of any age between eleven
and eight-and-twenty. ‘Been led up the
garden path by that confounded rapscallion. The rascal
will be at work before the morning.
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