’ ‘No, you are a gentleman,’ she agreed. 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. “Our interest lies in heading them off. Have you anything to ask me?” Ann Veronica readjusted her mind hastily. ‘No, my poor guardian,’ Gerald mocked. I was not even sure whether it was loaded. I didn’t realize—I don’t see how I can get out of it now. " "If I do, I care not," rejoined Wild; "I shall have lived to see you hanged.
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