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. "Come here," said the petticoated tyrant. “For my part I can see no
difference in any of these French girls who come over here with their demure
manner and atrocious songs. Even now I do not understand. "Suppose he does. "Come, then," said Wild, marching towards the door, "we've no time to lose. He
had gained admission somehow, and he too was waiting for Anna. Spiders came out of their
hiding places to commune in windows, industriously
spinning their own designs over the stained glass. Left alone, Jonathan lighted a lamp, and, opening the trap-door, descended the
secret stairs. I have
been sitting with him ever since. ”
Anna tried to look angry, but her mouth betrayed her. He did not
stagger in the least. Spurling, (for she it
was,) either by her attractions of purse or person, had succeeded in moving the
stony heart of Mr.
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