CHAPTER VI.
The Storm.
As soon as he was liberated by his persecutors, Mr.Wood set off at full speed from the Mint, and, hurrying he scarce knew whither (for there was such a continual buzzing in his ears and dancing in his eyes, as almost to take away the power of reflection), he held on at a brisk pace till his strength completely failed him.
On regaining his breath, he began to consider whither chance had led him; and, rubbing his eyes to clear his sight, he perceived a sombre pile, with a lofty tower and broad roof, immediately in front of him.
This structure at once satisfied him as to where he stood.

He knew it to be St.Saviour's Church.

As he looked up at the massive tower, the clock tolled forth the hour of midnight.

The solemn strokes were immediately answered by a multitude of chimes, sounding across the Thames, amongst which the deep note of Saint Paul's was plainly distinguishable.

A feeling of inexplicable awe crept over the carpenter as the sounds died away.