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. With some difficulty he contrived to raise her to the window, and with still greater difficulty to squeeze her through it—her bulk being much greater than his own. ’ ‘Dieu du ciel! But this is catastrophe. Will you lend me the money for my ticket to London?” “With all the pleasure in the world,” he answered heartily. Tell her, that more than once, when about to commit some desperate offence, I have been restrained by her gentle image. . ‘I was not born to this. "Write as I dictate," he cried, placing a pen in the jailer's hand and a pistol to his ear. ” It was significant of her influence over him that he answered her calmly, although a storm of angry thoughts were struggling for expression within him. “Think of that check you endorsed.
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