The day was warm even under an overcast sky and Hilary, uncomfortable, shifted his weight. 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 house will be well rid of him, for a more idle, good-for-nothing reprobate never crossed its threshold. She turned the gas up in her little sitting-room, and sank wearily into an easy chair. “You told me that your name was Meysey Hill. Why should I peep at it through smoked glass to see things that don’t affect me?” He smiled his delight at his companion. She decided to go on, after a momentary halt. In an instant the expectant calm of Westminster was ended, and the very Speaker in the chair blenched at the sound of the policemen’s whistles. “I daresay the gallery will be full, but there is always the chance, and I know you two are keen on Melba. She—She can snub him. A single glance served to show the thief-taker how matters stood.
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