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. " "Help me through at all hazards, Poll," cried Jack, straining towards the opening. “Just forget it, Lucy! Keep your secrets to yourself!” He stomped out, slamming the heavily paneled oak door. He was draining a glass, and as he set it down he shuddered. He was wrapped in a laced roquelaure, which he threw off on his entrance into the room. She saw his lips yell, “Stop.
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