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. ’
Melusine hesitated. I'll speak to McClintock to-night and see if he won't take us
for a junket on The Tigress. Remember! not a word!"
So saying, he huddled the mantle over Wood's shoulders, dashed the lantern to
the ground, and extinguished the light. I knew it. He paused at the bamboo curtain of her room, which was in semi-darkness. ”
“The good God!” Anna murmured, herself shaken with fear. "I do not see him. Grasping it firmly with both hands, he quickly wrenched if from the
stones in which it was mortised, and leapt to the ground. Her name, he said, was as pretty as
its wearer. Well, whenever you say, I promise to do away with the mystery. Wild, Captain?" remonstrated the other, in a deferential
tone. No breakfast, he’s had no dinner, hardly a mouthful of soup—
since yesterday at tea.
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