In a tall glass the rind of a Syrian orange was arranged in spiral form. This last operation was so fatiguing, that for a short time he was obliged to pause to recover the use of his fingers. "Wet your whistle before you start, Jack," said Kneebone, pouring out a glass of ale. ’ ‘Eh bien, you are not a saint,’ Melusine snapped. Above the housetops it was different. . " "A fugitive. There's a letter for the head turnkey, Mr. 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.
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