’ ‘Prudence,’ repeated Gerald unguardedly. No one could take the place for anything but what it was, and even Gosse hesitated in the doorway. Capes was irritatingly judicial in the matter, neither absurdly against, in which case one might have smashed him, or hopelessly undecided, but tepidly sceptical. 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. Spurlock stepped into the room. ‘You are outrageous. There was a look in her eyes which puzzled him. I'll remember that. They'll be back soon enough—or not at all. He regretted now that in his idle hours he hadn't hunted up one against the rainy day. They are mine! They were sent to ‘Alcide’ not to you. Her cogitations were dissipated by a knock on the door.
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