You see, the trouble is that the matter is in dispute. You may command my services at any time. And there was that dress of hers! She must be warned that she had been imposed upon. "Shall I never banish those horrible phantoms from my couch—the father with his bleeding breast and dripping hair!—the mother with her wringing hands and looks of vengeance and reproach!—And must another be added to their number—their son! Horror!—let me be spared this new crime! And yet the gibbet—my name tarnished—my escutcheon blotted by the hangman!—No, I cannot submit to that. 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. "Your enemy!" she returned imperfectly comprehending him. "Do not endanger yourself on my account," rejoined his mother. “Cheer up, Annabel. He turned irresolutely to the table upon which lay the scattered leaves of his old manuscripts. And then I'll pay off old scores. Still, his suspicions were so strong, that he ordered Mendez to remain on guard near the spot all night, and, by the promise of a large reward induced two other men to keep him company.
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