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. He answered with the greatest assurance, that he knew nothing whatever of the matter—had seen no pocket-book, and no associate to give up. From this perturbed state he was roused by thoughts of his mother, and fancying he heard her gentle voice urging him on to fresh exertion, he started up. That day Gerald had brought her to this excessively careful house, where she had felt very much alone and very unlike herself. ‘But my poor Jacques is wounded and—’ ‘All taken care of,’ interrupted Hilary. “I think I can tell you something which may be very good news for you presently. His name was Sebastianus. Sheppard, he turned to quit the churchyard. "He has heard of your wonderful escapes, and wishes to see what you're like. The two young fools laughed until they cried.
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