A strong arm
pulled her closer, and the lips that mouthed her own in tender touches sent her
senses reeling. All the money he earned—serving McClintock and the muse—could be
laid away. 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. Hang the
wench! Roding was right. ’
‘But it’s my affair, Melusine. You shall have a house out at Balham or
Sydenham, and two servants. "As you please, Sir Rowland," returned Jonathan, with affected indifference;
"but I'm not going to hunt the deer for another to eat the ven'son, depend on 't. Sheppard heaved a deep sigh,
and opened her eyes, which now looked larger, blacker, and more melancholy
than ever.
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