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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. In each corner stood a
stout square post reaching to the ceiling. . But, finding the cellar-door
open, concluded he had got out that way. Well, I don't think they'll any of 'em nab him, that's one comfort. Jack Sheppard is now wholly in my hands. "Hold hard," cried he,
addressing the waterman; "I'll give the gentleman a lift. Their journey had made them indolent, the afternoon was warm, and it
seemed impossible to breathe a sweeter air. The blood will rest on your head. ”
Miss Stanley reflected as Ann Veronica went toward the house.
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