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. The events that had initially followed in the wake of her triumph over Emile Gosse had quite confused and dazed her. At this time of universal havoc and despair,—when all London quaked at the voice of the storm,—the carpenter, who was exposed to its utmost fury, fared better than might have been anticipated. The sky beyond was a surreal color of pink that reminded her of the windows she had once been entranced by at the castle chapel, their leaden lines depicting old religious stories and sufferings. ’ ‘The Frenchie? I only knows as how Miss says he will ruin everything. I don’t want to bother you, of course. " "On the contrary, if that is a specimen, they must be poets.
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