“I wrote it for you. She fell asleep instantaneously, fatigued
from weeks of exhaustion. 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. "I find I was in
error. The dress was her mother's, and she was wearing it to
save a little extra money. "
"I don't unterstand you," returned Mrs. Wood was unable to
discover the figure of the widow, but he recognised her dry, hacking cough, and
was about to call her down, if she could not find the key, as he imagined must be
the case, when a loud noise was heard, as though a chest, or some weighty
substance, had fallen upon the floor.
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