It was like pouring a strong acid over dulled metal. They had much to talk about, or rather Miss Prudence had. ‘Peste,’ she wailed, as Emile dropped to the floor, ducking down. The next moment, however, he was picked up, and set upon his feet by a person who, having witnessed the accident, flew across the road to his assistance. The very sight of these impediments, would have appalled a less courageous spirit than Sheppard's—but nothing could daunt him. Annabel was born soulless, a human butterfly, if ever there was one. 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. His features were regular, and finely-formed; his complexion bright and blooming,—a little shaded, however, by travel and exposure to the sun; and, with a praiseworthy contempt for the universal and preposterous fashion then prevailing, of substituting a peruke for the natural covering of the head, he allowed his own dark-brown hair to fall over his shoulders in ringlets as luxuriant as those that distinguished the court gallant in Charles the Second's days—a fashion, which we do not despair of seeing revived in our own days. . You are my Sir Galahad, so faithful and true that it is a wonder you exist. \" She said. I'll knock off at tea. " And he strode out of the place.
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