" Broken pipes littered the floor, if that can be said to be littered, which, in the first instance, was a mass of squalor and filth. "I'll engage you for four days. ‘Don’t fob me off, boy. But now it’s beads by the cask—like the hold of a West African trader. And taking the keys, he departed on the errand. Most of the horses were dead, all but three stallions and two mares left among what was once a thriving stable. He found the door ajar, and, to his surprise, perceived little Winifred seated at a table, busily engaged in tracing some design upon a sheet of paper. The aspect of the place, so far as he could discern through the gloom, was strange to him; but chancing to raise his eyes above the level of the surrounding habitations, he beheld, relieved against the sombre sky, the tall steeple of Saint Giles's church, the precursor of the present structure, which was not erected till some fifteen years later. “I saw you go into that place, and I have been waiting for you ever since. Let’s go up to my room.
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