”
“I suppose so. ’
A wary look came over her face, and Roding intervened. . "But you mustn't indulge
these gloomy thoughts. “I forbid it!” she said firmly. The next page
was a drawing that she had made in pen and ink of his
face, or what she had remembered of it. 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. "
"Never!" replied the woollen-draper; "and if that treacherous rascal, by your
side, doesn't make himself scarce quickly, I'll send a bullet through his brain. “Stay where you are for a moment,” she directed.
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