"As I said before, I have little reliance upon professions of gratitude. She recognized the face but could not quite place it. "I'm surprised Mr. “My dear boy,” she exclaimed. ” “Let us say that Café Maston, in the Boulevard des Italiennes, at half-past seven then,” he decided. She was sore with the perplexities of her preposterous position. ” She saw him there the next week at the same time. 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 cannot tell whether you know him or not until you have seen him. I pity her from the bottom of my heart.
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