Father and daughter regarded each other warily, each more than a little insecure with the other. He beheld the grey tower of Willesden Church, embosomed in its grove of trees, now clothed, in all the glowing livery of autumn. 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. Her father was distinctly irascible, and disposed more than ever to hide away among the petrological things—the study was turned out. He was confounded by the presence in which he found himself. ” “You should have let me do this for you a long time ago. I went to the theatre that night. She had been obliged to spend the night in that fateful bedchamber, the faithful Kimble—who had foraged at a nearby inn, bringing back a large pie and a jug of porter for his mistress—guarding the door outside. They are for serving me.
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