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“I can’t help saying it,” she said, with the quality of her voice altering, “but I do NOT think it is right for an unprotected girl to be in London alone as you are. ’ ‘Do not say so. He seemed safe from the sickness, having been surrounded by the dying, he had witnessed the carnage up close and yet his health still prevailed. "Why did I want it under my pillow?" he asked. ” She drove off in a little fiacre, nodding and smiling at Sir John, who remained upon the Avenue. He suspected a trap. 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. He drove her to the Beck house, pulling up behind Cathy's red Nissan.
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