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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. Unwillingly he drew a little nearer, and became one of the group of loiterers about the entrance. He personated over there a millionaire named Meysey Hill, and it seems that he induced Annabel to go through some sort of marriage with him at the Embassy. When the paroxysm passed, he was forced to lean against the window-jamb for support. Blue Ruin will do the job nicely. With the last glimmer of decency he had sent the daughter to his sister. He gave her silence in return. Say I will come to him. ‘How so?’ he asked, and she noted that he allowed his pistol to dangle a little from his fingers. Basically, I was raised in daycare. I came to see you on my own account. “She is living there now,” she remarked. He thought of her and himself, and no longer in that vein of incidental adventure in which he had begun. She walked down the station approach, past the neat, obtrusive offices of the coal merchant and the house agent, and so to the wicket-gate by the butcher’s shop that led to the field path to her home. He looked at his port wine as though that tawny ruby contained the solution of the matter.
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