She glared at him with satisfaction. "Eggs for me! You mistake, child. "Unless you have eaten a Syrian orange," he was always saying, "you have only a rudimentary idea of what an orange is. "Who is it?" "He didn't give his name, Sir," replied the maid; "but he's a young gentleman. Manning,” she said, “for a time—Will you tell no one? Will you keep this—our secret? I’m doubtful—Will you please not even tell my aunt?” “As you will,” he said. 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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