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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. So he sharpened a score of pencils, and after fiddling about and rewriting the last page he had written the previous night, he plunged into work. Not much to his surprise, Jack Kimble shook his head. Hogarth," he observed, significantly. There are the packets which my Captain hazarded his life to procure for you, and which he said would establish your right to the estates of the Trenchard family. I'd like to shake you until your bones rattled; but the bones of a Roundhead wouldn't rattle to any purpose. There are two ways to go in, you understand. There was a huge desk of heavily carved ebony at one end, and at the centre, a couple of straight-backed chairs stood before a great fireplace at the outer wall, flanked by two bookshelves with casement windows above. Take my child to—it is—oh God!—I am sinking—take it—take it!" "Where?" shouted Wood.
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