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Smith had never seen anything like it. The night had swallowed him up, but his work on her was done. You are my prisoner, murderer. “I shall be waiting for you there, and in the meantime, if you will help yourself—pray don’t look like that. 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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