CHAPTER VIII. Sheppard's habitation terminated a row of old ruinous buildings, called
Wheeler's Rents; a dirty thoroughfare, part street, and part lane, running from
Mint Street, through a variety of turnings, and along the brink of a deep kennel,
skirted by a number of petty and neglected gardens in the direction of Saint
George's Fields. ’
‘What of your grandfather?’
Her lips parted in surprise. "I've the Bridewell
account to settle. “All right?” he asked. “And let’s have a look at you, Vee!” said Mr. Don’t try to shield anybody or hide anything. "I should be sorry to proceed to extremities," continued Sheppard, again raising
the pistol. “Heavens!” she exclaimed. The Wastrel did not relish this.
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