“The unaccountable thing is that I wouldn’t go home to please her. A corner could hold the promise of a shelf of dainty crystals, volcanic ices of rainbow colors, or figurines of saints sculpted from horn and bone reenacting their martyrdoms on delicate miniature wooden stages. 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. " He shifted the pages together, rolled and thrust them under her arm. ‘I’ll make it, miss. “Annabel,” she said, “I have never asked you for your confidence. “A new admirer, Annabel? But what has that to do with your going to England?” “Everything! He is Sir John Ferringhall—very stupid, very respectable, very egotistical. Without care he will die. “A wonderful piece of work,” he declared.
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