For all
that, it is folly. By and by—as the paroxysm subsided and he became motionless—she stole
back to the bungalow to wait. . 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 took into his soul some of the father's misery, some of the daughter's, to
mingle with his own. ‘You are related to General Lord Charvill?’
‘Monsieur le baron, he is my grandpére,’ she confirmed. But indeed that is not at all
a good description of her attitude. ‘You see, it is that I have a plan to marry an
Englishman. His father and his
four brothers had perished, leaving him to collect all of
their spoils and various kingdoms. First, look at this glove. "
"And were I in yours," rejoined the woollen-draper, "I should be doubly
apprehensive, because he's a professed friend. I didn’t think—I
don’t know what I thought. Very well, I give up. “You should probably wash all of that stuff off of
yourself. Stanley wanted to object strongly, but as he could not immediately think
how to put it, he contented himself with a grunt, and the motion was carried.
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