A grimy, battered object, which had no place in the fashionable quarter of town. 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. "You poor child!" Prudence took Ruth's hands in her own. All that I regret are the wasted years, and I am not sure that I regret them. “Well,” he said, argumentatively, “it IS. Montague Hill?” Annabel put her hand suddenly to her throat and steadied herself with the back of a chair. This was not exactly what the woollen-draper desired.
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