‘You said she was beautiful. The thought of their faces, and particularly of her aunt’s, as it would meet the fact— disconcerted, unfriendly, condemning, pained—occurred to her again and again. " "Zounds!" exclaimed Wood; "it's my old master-key. It was a large room, about twenty feet long and fifteen broad, and had an arched stone roof. Here, might be seen a poor fellow whose teeth were knocked down his throat, spluttering out the most tremendous menaces, and gesticulating like a madman: there, another, whose nose was partially slit, vented imprecations and lamentations in the same breath. But although startled and clearly afraid, there was no self-consciousness in her gaze and she was standing her ground. The young officer sat in front, his hat perfectly straight. 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. She seemed bursting with the desire to talk, and watching for her opportunity.
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