Through this confusion the carpenter struggled on;—now ascending, now descending the different mountains of rubbish that beset his path, at the imminent peril of his life and limbs, until he arrived in Fleet Street. "She wouldn't let me go. It is no good waiving the thing; it is true. The truth was impossible, indecent. "So the wheelman told you? I've always spoken it, though I can neither read nor write it. He addressed her by that title, and something in the tone disturbed her. There is something that inspires a feeling of inexpressible melancholy in sailing on a dark night upon the Thames. “If I were to marry now,” she said, “it would be with a sense of humiliation. Wood's, the carpenter in Wych Street.
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