A native of
Manchester, he was the son of Kenelm Kneebone, a staunch Catholic, and a
sergeant of dragoons, who lost his legs and his life while fighting for James the
Second at the battle of the Boyne, and who had little to bequeath his son except
his laurels and his loyalty to the house of Stuart. Enjoy. His natal burr was always in evidence
when he was sentimentally affected. "
"Hold!" exclaimed the carpenter, in an authoritative voice: "we can't part thus. After all, what can it matter? It was just to make sure. "Your health,
Kneebone. E. “Oh! I wish,” she said, “that people thought alike about these things. Kneebone,—pray go!" implored Winifred. She would come and sit cross-legged just beyond the bamboo curtain
and silently watch him at work. ”
“Of course you don’t,” said Miss Miniver, gesticulating triumphantly with her
thin hand and thinner wrist, and patting Ann Veronica’s knee. “What
ought you to do?”
“I’ve hunted up all sorts of things.
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