And
yet that could not be: it was a confession only in the event of his death. Words of encouragement and sympathy were addressed to Jack,
who, as he looked around, beheld many a friendly glance fixed upon him. Am I mistaken? Is
your heart mine?"
"It is—it is; and has ever been," replied Winifred, falling upon his neck. 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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