Remember that he’s not at all a bad sort, and to speak frankly, he’s your salvation. “What do you think of that farce?” he exclaimed bitterly. Only her face was clear, frail and delicate, almost flower-like, with the sad haunting eyes ever watching his. He sat up in his chair as though the question had stung him. “Don’t be an ass, Ferringhall,” he said tersely. Gerald went through all the papers in front of Gosse and that woman of his, one by one. 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.
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