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"You're strangely superstitious, Sir Rowland," said Jonathan, halting, and
looking steadfastly at him. My son wanted to marry a
woman of thirty in a tobacconist’s shop. . Just as he had told Gerald would be the case, there was nothing of interest to
hear, especially as he had met the girl in London only last night. He was
always forgetting that his tummy was fifty-four years old. ‘But how did she meet such a person in a convent?’
‘He was wounded and came there for sanctuary,’ Gerald explained, adding
almost through his teeth. 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. That’s the wonder of it. He beheld the grey tower of Willesden Church, embosomed in its grove of trees,
now clothed, in all the glowing livery of autumn. ‘For my part, I am in no hurry to end this exciting little
adventure. ’
‘Ha! You’re Catholic, too, damn his eyes,’ growled the general.
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