" Spurlock wondered if something hadn't suddenly gone awry in his head. CHAPTER XII. I’ve always had a sneaking desire for the writing-trade. 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. Kneebone," returned Shotbolt. He contrasted wonderfully with the empty showing-off of Teddy. Oh, it was very bad. You see, the horse it does not belong to me, nor to the nuns. He must not in any way call their attention to it. If you talk of your faults, I shall talk of your splendors.
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