The white haze of poison clouded her eyes. What she did not know, and what she was never to know, was that the divine fire was hers. "Fold it … under the pillow. ‘But the major—’ ‘The major can say nothing at all. He filled his pipe slowly. At this juncture, Sir Cecil and his followers appeared at the threshold. ‘A word, if you please, my friend. 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. "Jack Sheppard knows this house, I believe, Sir," observed Shotbolt.
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