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"My dear, there is an upper window in the prison, to which

Charles can sometimes gain access at three in the afternoon. When

he can get to it--which depends on many uncertainties and

incidents--he might see you in the street, he thinks, if you

stood in a certain place that I can show you. But you will not be

able to see him, my poor child, and even if you could, it would

be unsafe for you to make a sign of recognition."

"O show me the place, my father, and I will go there every day."

From that time, in all weathers, she waited there two hours. As

the clock struck two, she was there, and at four she turned

resignedly away. When it was not too wet or inclement for her

child to be with her, they went together; at other times she was

alone; but, she never missed a single day.

It was the dark and dirty corner of a small winding street. The

hovel of a cutter of wood into lengths for burning, was the only

house at that end; all else was wall. On the third day of her

being there, he noticed her.