Her fingers closed upon it instinctively. Infested by every description of vagabond and miscreant, it was, perhaps, a few degrees worse than the rookery near Saint Giles's and the desperate neighbourhood of Saffron Hill in our own time. And they’ll shut the gates presently. “Don’t!” she begged. This is a mere boy. " He drew down the lamp and blew it out, and followed her into the night, more lovely than he had ever imagined night to be. Sheppard, fixing her glazing eyes upon him. —I'll give him the edication of a prig,—teach him the use of his forks betimes,—and make him, in the end, as clever a cracksman as his father.
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