"Stand aside, Tom," commanded Kneebone. But they were old enough to
start remembering you as mother, and we cannot have
that. E below. You have been useful to me, or I would not have spared
you thus long. Never did I need a rescue so much. Already the warm sun was drawing from the pines their delicious odour. What you would look upon as immorality
is here merely an established custom, three thousand years older than
Christianity, accepted with no more ado than that which would accompany you
should you become a clerk in a shop. 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. She did not remember him, but he
said that he had introduced himself to her when she was
visiting the butcher's family.
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