"Nobody composes any more, nobody paints, nobody writes—I mean, on a par
with what we've just heard. 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. There was no rush. ’
‘Like your father,’ Gerald put in deliberately. “I have just ordered a carriage
for her. ’
Melusine was quite aware of the effect she had on the young lad. Sheppard, struggling to escape, and holding the infant
at arm's length; "have mercy on this helpless innocent!"
And the child, alarmed by the strife, added its feeble cries to its mother's shrieks. Flesh and blood, vivid, alluring;
she was no longer the symbol, therefore she had become, as in the twinkling of
an eye, an utter stranger. ’
‘In a way she had been,’ said Prudence.
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