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. “Was it really only this afternoon that I met you in
St. "Arrest!"
"Jigger closed!" shouted a hoarse voice in reply. And then
presently these clouds began to wear thin and expose steep, deep slopes, going
down and down, with grass and pine-trees, down and down, and at last, through
a great rent in the clouds, bare roofs, shining like very minute pin-heads, and a
road like a fibre of white silk-Macugnana, in Italy. It was not in evidence here, not a sign of it. ‘Come,
mademoiselle. I will have nothing to do with you. The major might not indulge in this sort of flirtation in the ordinary way, but
he had seen enough among his army colleagues to know just how to go about it.
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