"There!" cried Mrs. 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. ‘What would you? The nuns they would not believe me, and so it was not possible for me to stay. The perspiration stood out upon his forehead. "You mustn't talk any more; the excitement isn't good for you. It occasionally troubled the major that Hilary’s staunch loyalty had led him into hair-raising exploits at Gerald’s side, for he was perfectly aware that Hilary would not have dreamed of deserting him. You are captain of your soul; don't forget your Henley. ‘This from a man who calls himself my friend. She wondered occasionally why his mind needed so much distraction.
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