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A MARRIAGE, PART ONE
School was winding down. It was a large, littered, self-forgetful apartment, decorated with unframed
charcoal sketches by various incipient masters; and an open bookcase,
surmounted by plaster casts and the half of a human skull, displayed an odd
miscellany of books—Shaw and Swinburne, Tom Jones, Fabian Essays, Pope
and Dumas, cheek by jowl. 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. Though he never seen so
much of Miss Mary as I did. “I wish you and I had drunk that love potion,” he said. A shy virgin bride would not press her
thigh sinuously against his, nor consent indeed to this clandestine little comedy
he had been playing. “Heaven knows!” said Mr. Wood the carpenter. \"No, what?\" She
said.
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