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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. "I had one," answered his sister, in a mournful voice; "and, perhaps, I have one
still. We girls, my sister and I, were left quite
alone when our father died, and I made up my mind to make some little place in
the world for myself.
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