There was, it might be said, a double illumination. “This is all rot!” he declared angrily. ‘It is in no way your affair, monsieur, and you will unhand me at once. You may perceive harmony, proportion, rhythm, intensely. Now tell them why. Here he halted; and, looking upwards, read, at the foot of an immense sign-board, displaying a gaudily-painted angel with expanded pinions and an olive-branch, not the name he expected to find, but that of WILLIAM KNEEBONE, WOOLLENDRAPER. At the same time she was wildly exultant at the resolution she had taken, the end she had made to her blunder.
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