She started at the falling of a leaf, at the lumbering of a cow through the hedge. If it wasn’t for the fear that after all—but we won’t think of that. 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. "Is the governor within?" "Yes; you'll find him in the audience-chamber. Barleycorn had sent to the mat for the count of nine: unless the young fool's daddy had a bundle of coin. There, in a little tea and sweetstuff shop, she bought and consumed slowly and absent-mindedly the insufficient nourishment that is natural to her sex on such occasions.
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