” “Anything except that,” he murmured. 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. The colour slowly left her cheeks, the lines of her mouth hardened. Her aunt had secretly sent on to Ann Veronica some new warm underclothing, a dozen pairs of stockings, and her last winter’s jacket, but the dear lady had overlooked those boots. Blood dripped down one side of her forehead. His employer retreated into the further apartment, leaving the door ajar.
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