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. Meanwhile, the excitement of the chase had in some degree subsided. It needs
cultivating, I think. She silently willed him to
stop his pacing, to calm down. “I do not lay claim,” he continued, “to any remarkable amount of insight, but it
is possible, is it not, that I have stumbled upon your present cause of distress. Annabel had taken her life into her hands with gay insouciance, had made
her own friends, gone her own way. She used to play violin, you know. Shy,
grateful in her loneliness for this unexpected attention, she had listened. Surely it was a dream. Her greatest exploit
was the howling before the mid-day meal. Then he threw the letter at me.
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