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She drew a chair to the window and stared at the splendour of the tropical night. A dark mass of wreckage, over which hung a slight mist of vapour, lay half in the ditch, half across the hedge, close under a tree from the trunk of which the bark had been torn and stripped. 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. F. . “I——” The door opened, and the doctor entered softly. Where was the expected message from this captain, who had promised to send her word at the instant Gerald returned to town. \" He said. No one in the world is beyond the shaft of scandal— we all catch it terribly sometimes. I tell you what, Thames," he added, flinging himself carelessly into a chair, "I'd give my right hand,—and that's no light offer for a carpenter's 'prentice,—if that little minx were half as fond of me as she is of you. ” “It certainly was,” she admitted.
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