Gerald watched its approach with vague interest, which quickened when he saw that it was drawing up outside the very house out of which he had just stepped. 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 her distinctive test of an emotional state, its interference with a kindly normal digestion. Most of their relics are in yonder cases; but I don't remember that any of them have disturbed my rest. Manning came into her thoughts again, an unexpected, tall, dark, self-contained presence at the Fadden. “I wonder,” she said, “why one writes him sentences like that? It’ll have to go,” she decided, “I’ve written too many already. She moaned, having failed in her mission to find her mother and her God.
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