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. The afternoon was her own; but from eight until midnight she sat beside
the patient. You have taken upon your shoulders the burden of her
misdeeds. And for twelve years he has been so; until his long security, well-nigh
obliterating remembrance of the deed, has bred almost a sense of innocence
within his breast. Oh, cuss it!”
“Eh?”
“He said I would. The man’s passion
became almost unbearable at the thought of losing her. You
will never be happy with this hanging over you. “I am very much obliged for the tea,” she said. It was at his side below the
breast, hidden by the dark colour of his close-fitting jacket. One keeps rules in
order to be one’s self. She was
pensive and thoughtful. "Kiss me. ’
‘Nothing would make me do so, except to tell him how you have cheated me. Your second turn is not over, is it?”
She laughed a little hardly.
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