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Sebastian was always a man who felt the need to surround
himself with the trappings of the finer life. “How would you prevent it?” she
asked. It was not for a week or
a month. Here he halted;
and, looking upwards, read, at the foot of an immense sign-board, displaying a
gaudily-painted angel with expanded pinions and an olive-branch, not the name
he expected to find, but that of WILLIAM KNEEBONE, WOOLLENDRAPER. ‘Will that be all, ma’am?’
‘Yes, yes. You see—I didn’t
understand. “Time for my Patience,” she said. The ripple of the water against the boat, as its keel cleaves
through the stream—the darkling current hurrying by—the indistinctly-seen
craft, of all forms and all sizes, hovering around, and making their way in ghostlike silence, or warning each other of their approach by cries, that, heard from
afar, have something doleful in their note—the solemn shadows cast by the
bridges—the deeper gloom of the echoing arches—the lights glimmering from
the banks—the red reflection thrown upon the waves by a fire kindled on some
stationary barge—the tall and fantastic shapes of the houses, as discerned
through the obscurity;—these, and other sights and sounds of the same character,
give a sombre colour to the thoughts of one who may choose to indulge in
meditation at such a time and in such a place. He filled her
glass with champagne. ‘Where is Gérard?’
‘Out of town,’ Hilary said briefly. I—well, I borrowed Anna’s name.
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