They were all stout ill-favoured men, attired in the regular jail-livery of scratch wig and snuff-coloured suit; and had all a strong family likeness to each other. ‘Move, you. Were it not for your voice, I don't think I should know you. But then—Oh! Madam, there are moments—moments of darkness, which overshadow a whole existence—in the lives of the poor houseless wretches who traverse the streets, when reason is well-nigh benighted; when the horrible promptings of despair can, alone, be listened to; and when vice itself assumes the aspect of virtue. I have broken from prison, and am come to save you. ’ ‘Gad, but she’s a beauty,’ gasped Hilary, and slammed his sword back in its scabbard. ’ ‘I thank you,’ Gerald said drily. She laughed. Having ascertained that Thames was at his heels, he hurried with his ghastly burthen down Seacoal Lane. 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. ’ ‘You see, I am of them,’ she said seriously, ‘but not with them—yet. Before he forced an entrance, Jack tried it, and, to his great surprise and delight, found it unfastened.
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