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. Well, I don't blame you on that ground. "It's you, Jack, who are persuading
my brother to do wrong. Under another name,—not my own hateful one,—I
will strive to distinguish myself in some foreign service, and win myself a
reputation, or perish honourably. ’
‘Gad, there is someone there,’ exclaimed Hilary beside him, shading his eyes
with one hand. My heart
misgives me. I can’t forget about your sister. They walked across a moat of pea gravel
that crunched like noisy cereal under their feet.
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