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’ The door opened and Saling entered again. I care not. "Amazement!" cried Wild. Part 2 In the late afternoon, as Ann Veronica was gathering flowers for the dinnertable, her father came strolling across the lawn toward her with an affectation of great deliberation. 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. "Save me!—save me!" "Damnation!" vociferated Jonathan, savagely. As she stared her eyes grew accustomed to the night; and she discovered five persons instead of four. She was clad in fresh linen, but still wore the riding-habit she had appropriated, having sponged out the spots of blood late last night and left it to dry in the kitchens.
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