“You’re mad, Sebastianus. She felt surges of
longing escape every corner of her flesh. 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. Everything was
done in the most legal and imposing way, but the whole thing was a fraud. The man is a stranger to me. She heard them diving after her, and noted
their starting eyes as they spied the opened panel. “As things are at present,” she said,
“it is true. He has always plenty of evidence
in reserve. Their talk drifted to the beauty of music, and they took that
up again at tea-time. She dare not risk it. But no matter how you phrase it, the end is the same.
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