A native of
Manchester, he was the son of Kenelm Kneebone, a staunch Catholic, and a
sergeant of dragoons, who lost his legs and his life while fighting for James the
Second at the battle of the Boyne, and who had little to bequeath his son except
his laurels and his loyalty to the house of Stuart. During all this time, he had never quitted the iron bar, and he now grasped it
with the firm determination of selling his life dearly, if he met with any
opposition. "Quite sorry, my good friend, there should have been any misunderstanding
between us," observed the woollen-draper. . Rot, no doubt; but we can’t alter
it. \"What about scholarships?\"
\"Can't get 'em if your parents are rich. As to his mother, I've no pity for her. “I shall be very glad to have you for a friend,” he said, “loving friend. ’
The girl held out her hands. That person advanced towards
him.
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