A few
yards further off something grey, inert, was lying, a huddled-up heap of
humanity twisted into a strange unnatural shape. "You dropped this, sir. In olden days it boasted a chapel, dedicated to Saint
Thomas; beneath which there was a crypt curiously constructed amid the arches,
where "was sepultured Peter the Chaplain of Colechurch, who began the Stone
Bridge at London:" and it still boasted an edifice (though now in rather a
tumbledown condition) which had once vied with a palace,—we mean Nonesuch
House. For the fresh and feverish hue of lip which
years ago characterised this feature, was now substituted a pure and wholesome
bloom, evincing a total change of habits; and, though the coarse character of the
mouth remained, in some degree, unaltered, it was so modified in expression,
that it could no longer be accounted a blemish. F. "To-night, your ladyship?" ventured an elderly domestic. 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. ”
“I told them a lie. .
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