And mind, your life,—more than your life—hangs upon
your choice. I am your servitor. Like
the Valades, I imagine. “I want to be your friend,” he said. And at the
thought of that other lover—he was convinced that that beloved person was a
lover, and she found herself unable to say a word to explain to him that this other
person, the person she loved, did not even know of her love—Ramage grew
angry and savage once more, and returned suddenly to gibe and insult. “What ought she to do?”
“Suppose you—”
“Yes, suppose I—”
He felt that his advice was being asked. 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.
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