Kneebone, a woollen-draper in Wych Street, with whose pockets, it appears,
Jack, when a lad, made a little too free. She was glad to join in
the stream of hurrying homeward workers that was now welling out of a
thousand places of employment, and to imitate their driven, preoccupied haste. “Women know these things by
instinct,” she answered. ‘Who is to be angry with you
now?’
‘Miss Prudence, that’s who,’ stated Joan bluntly. In olden days it boasted a chapel, dedicated to Saint
Thomas; beneath which there was a crypt curiously constructed amid the arches,
where "was sepultured Peter the Chaplain of Colechurch, who began the Stone
Bridge at London:" and it still boasted an edifice (though now in rather a
tumbledown condition) which had once vied with a palace,—we mean Nonesuch
House. "
"Wanted to see if I could turn out one all on my own," replied Spurlock, looking
at McClintock, who nodded slightly. This also struck her as odd. ’
‘She told you!’
‘And,’ pursued Gerald, ignoring his friend’s scornful interjection, ‘that it was
not always convenient to be dressed as a young girl. “I will make it possible,” he cried.
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