Under his arm he carried a thick, knotted crab-stick. And then the fetters, which were still upon his legs:—how was he to get rid of them? Tired and dispirited, he still wandered on. Then I came to London and tried almost everything—all failures. You come to England, and hide in a secret convent in London. ’ ‘I have found Mary Remenham’s daughter,’ he repeated. The aspect of the place, so far as he could discern through the gloom, was strange to him; but chancing to raise his eyes above the level of the surrounding habitations, he beheld, relieved against the sombre sky, the tall steeple of Saint Giles's church, the precursor of the present structure, which was not erected till some fifteen years later.
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