She was consumed by misery and hate. The hymnal lyrics had never stirred her; she had memorized and sung them parrotwise. It was bare of any furnishings. 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. For Ruth was in love, tenderly and beautifully in love; but she did not know how to express it beyond the fetch and carry phase.
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