9. Here he halted; and, looking upwards, read, at the foot of an immense sign-board, displaying a gaudily-painted angel with expanded pinions and an olive-branch, not the name he expected to find, but that of WILLIAM KNEEBONE, WOOLLENDRAPER. When he faced Spurlock, the granite was cracked and rived; never had Spurlock seen such dumb agony in human eyes. A distant suggestion of chalets and a glimpse of the road set them talking for a time of the world they had left behind. In nearly every speech she heard was the same implication of great and necessary changes in the world—changes to be won by effort and sacrifice indeed, but surely to be won. “That’s what you’re going to wear. “Oh! I wish,” she said, “that people thought alike about these things. Anna sprang lightly away across the street. And yet—such is the buoyancy of youth—within a fortnight he began his first novel, pretending to himself that it was on Ruth's account. Could you come to tea at my rooms one afternoon, or would you dine with me somewhere, and do a theatre? We could have a private room, of course, if you do not wish to be seen about London, and a box at the theatre.
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