She kept him talking all the way to the doorstep of the Beck's home, a small 1970s brown split-level in the old part of town. The carpet was a quiet drugget and not excessively worn, and the bed in the corner was covered by a white quilt. Time enough to do so when she has her affairs settled—if she can settle them. In spite of the tumultuous joy which agitated him, the bridegroom could not prevent the intrusion of some saddening thoughts, as he reflected upon the melancholy scene which he had so recently witnessed in the same place. Ruth shivered; she was cold. . So she brought upon the stage the Reverend Henry Dolby, a preacher of means, worldly-wise and kindly, cheery and rotund, who, with his wife and daughter, had arrived at the Victoria that morning. A victim of one of those mental typhoons that scatter irretrievably the barriers of instinct and breeding; and he had gone on the rocks all in a moment. She could even think of what had happened. “To the best of my belief, I have not a single English acquaintance in the city. 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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