” Mike said. His back was no sooner turned, than she slipped this casket into the box. It was the grand nursery of vice. " "Go on, tell me," he urged, enchanted. Once she had asked him: "Are you my father?" He had answered: "I am. 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. It was most amusing. Then the inner door opened abruptly. "Stand aside, Tom," commanded Kneebone. Just how particular are you? Will he have to bring recommendations?" "He will not. They’ve just got to keep white.
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