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She laughed softly to herself. Stanley went on, “but there are things—
there are stories about Ramage. You need fear no interruption from him, or any of his
myrmidons. Easily. “Why did you do it?” her aunt urged. All the king's horses and all the king's men could not undo what
was done; nor kill the strange exquisite flower that had grown up in his own
lonely heart. The girl wished that she had come afoot, despite the knowledge that she would
have suffered many inconveniences, accidental and intentional jostling,
insolence and ribald jest. Nor is Theresa, or even Thérèse. “We sent for you several hours ago,” he remarked. 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.
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