Sheppard," rejoined Winifred kindly. O'Higgins wandered into this street and that, studying the signs and resenting the Britisher's wariness in using too much tin and paint. As Gosse pushed her around it, she felt his hold about her of necessity loosen slightly. Casting a hasty glance at the old and ruinous prison belonging to the liberty of the Bishop of Winchester (whose palace formerly adjoined the river), called the Clink, which gave its name to the street, along which he walked: and noticing, with some uneasiness, the melancholy manner in which the wind whistled through its barred casements, the carpenter followed his companion down an opening to the right, and presently arrived at the water-side. “What a hideous repertoire! If you are in earnest about wanting to earn money, why on earth don’t you accept an engagement here?” “An engagement?” she queried. “We have come too close together for me to believe it. ‘Read that,’ and threw the telegram at me, so that it went into the tureen.
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