“Don’t you get it, Lucy? I’ve always thought he was an idiot. " "Nothing else?" "No. 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. Acne sprayed her cheeks in a fine red spatter where it intermingled with brown freckles. The houses they flitted to and from were glutted with hangers-on, servant/mistresses, and errant prostitutes. Gazing into each other's eyes with new-found rapture, neither observed the sudden appearance in the doorway of an elderly woman in travel-stained linen. His job as a painter was wearing him down acutely as he aged. I am really in earnest.
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