Stanley pronounced, and seemed to hesitate whether he had not gone too far. 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. But who would pay the ransom? There was no one left in his family. You went even to our rooms and saw my sister. Little by little, she stopped hating him. ‘Oh! little Vee!’ he cried, ‘little Vee!’ and put his face between his hands and sat still for a long time before he broke out again. "'Odd's-my-life!—what's that?" he cried, greatly alarmed.
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