The
third time she escaped she reached the inconsequent barricade of the overturned
table. There was a pause, and then the front door slammed. ‘Jacques?’ she called. F. ‘Alors, I see how is this. 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. And
the woman who showed this room was tall, with an understanding eye and the
quiet manner of the well-trained servant. Three more people
came to meet them at the door. Ruth came to him directly. She was taken dreadfully ill on the road, with spasms and
short breath, and swoonings,—worse than ever she was before.
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