Gerald lifted an eyebrow. "Here he is, waterman," exclaimed the benevolent carpenter. 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. The patient fell into a natural and refreshing sleep. “I was in Paris four years ago,” Mr. Will you read to me? I am tired; and the sound of your voice makes me drowsy. “It’s Ennison, isn’t it?” he exclaimed. So let me assure you now that we are not accusing you of a crime.
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