Do you think I would marry you? Rather would I marry the pig in the convent. I followed you in. Lost from all protection, all her family dead—as are mine. It was noon when the caravan reached the tower of the water-clock. She was saying good-bye to childhood and home, and her making; she was going out into the great, multitudinous world; this time there would be no returning. Then, even as they stood there, the room was plunged into darkness. Wood will protect you," urged Mrs. 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. She danced with two others.
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