On the one hand was a black mass of wharfs, a few barges moored in front; on the other, at a little distance, the gloomy shape of Millbank prison.

The jangle of the bells was softened.
'They certainly might be more musical,' Egremont said, with a forced laugh.

'I should not care to live in one of the houses just under the church.' She was speaking.
'I waited this morning.

Oh, it didn't matter; but I was afraid--I thought you might have had some accident, Mr.Egremont.' 'No.

It was business that prevented me from coming.