”
“Dear me,” Anna laughed, “how unfortunate! What ought I to do? Should I be
forgiven, do you think, if I were to go and hold that skein of wool for the old
lady in the yellow cap?”
“Don’t speak of her irreverently,” Brendon said, in an awed whisper. “I love you, you know. "Was there any other
woman back there in the States?"
"Nary a female. Indeed it was apparent,
from the likeness between them, that they were nearly related. She was strong, not unlike a pack mule or a camel; she
thought to herself and smirked. 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. He tried not to think—of Ruth with her mother's locket, of her misguided father,
taking his lonely way to sea. "You'll be as good as your word, my charmer," whispered the executioner. She had suddenly become as the jewels of the Madonna, as the idol's
eye, infinitely beyond his reach, sacred.
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