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Michelle was laid onto the back seat, her head cradled in Lucy’s lap. 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. Their subsequent conversation is outside the scope of our story. ” “May I put you in a hansom?” he asked, lifting his stick. The service began. There was a third lady among the younger set.
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