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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. ’
Gerald laughed. I want to talk to him and go about with him. ‘Now let’s have it. “Last time I saw you,” he reminded her, “you spoke, did you not, of obtaining
some employment in London. Pausing with the intention of turning back,
he glanced in the direction of the village church, the tower of which could just be
seen through the trees. She had
but to choose. I mean that the point is that vividness of perception is the essential factor of
beauty; but, of course, vividness may be created by a whisper. He talked in the same style, and pretty nearly
in the same language; laughed in the same manner, and coughed, or sneezed at
the same time. “What have you been doing since our last talk? Still cutting up rabbits and
probing into things? I’ve often thought of that talk of ours—often. He had absorbed her in a single glance, and was
now defining her as he worked.
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