” At this point she had perceived that she was drifting from her subject. Aunt Jane had her quiet moments. "What shall I do? If I persist, I shall destroy her. 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. “We’re here to take your foster daughter down to the station to ask her a few questions sir. And on Monday and Tuesday she had failed to find him here. The low ceiling made him seem abnormally tall. “‘Go it, missie,’ they said; “kick aht!’ “I swore at that policeman—and disgusted him. I told them lies. " "I can get him aboard all right. “See you to-night, I suppose?” He sauntered off. The poor old imbecile! Why, this child was a firebrand, a wrecker, if ever he had seen one; and the worst kind because she was unconscious of her gifts.
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