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From this night I shall pursue a different course; from this night his ruin may be dated. So she brought upon the stage the Reverend Henry Dolby, a preacher of means, worldly-wise and kindly, cheery and rotund, who, with his wife and daughter, had arrived at the Victoria that morning. Mike was in his blue jeans and a tee-shirt, and Lucy, knowing that Mrs. 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. She would be haunted by the visions of their mad faces in her dreams for the next hundred years.
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