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 the editor had to say none of the three cared just then. Saviour's Church. The lady grasped it more firmly and turned it upon Hilary. She had been careless. “I’ve been,” she said, “forbidden to
come. You needn’t be in any
doubt about it. I don’t! Please enlighten me. The curve of his shoulders, the very angle of his feet, expressed relief at her
apparent obedience. ‘One
of your countrymen, perhaps?’
The girl clammed up, the moon of her white face staring up at him in the
darkness. She
shuddered, adding confidentially, ‘You wouldn’t get me in there now, mind.
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