Suddenly he burst into wild laughter; but equally as suddenly something strangled the sound in his throat. 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. " His demeanour was polished; his manners singularly affable and gentle; and he was remarkable, for the generosity of his temper. ” “It is ironic that you say that, John, for it is I who am afraid of you. “That’s not working so well for you, is it?” She looked at him sheepishly, bringing a Kleenex out of her pocket to wipe away the excess. I said, that day at Surbiton, ‘There’s many good things in life, but there’s only one best, and that’s the wild-haired girl who’s pulling away at that oar. He was a little impressed by Ann Veronica’s metaphor of the string, which, indeed, she owed to Hetty Widgett.
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