“But Julian, we don’t even know each other!” She exclaimed. As he looked up at the massive tower, the clock tolled forth the hour of midnight. Now it occurred to him that to show her the sealed letter would be a better way. 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. On a bench at the foot of the trees, with a pipe in his mouth, and a tankard by his side, sat the worthy carpenter, looking the picture of good-heartedness and benevolence. " "Ah, I see. Jove, he didn’t take to it kindly, I can tell you.
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