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. So far she had not heard the sound of his voice. "Zounds! what's that!" he cried, as the
noise of a scuffle was heard behind them. At least I can give you a glimmer. She may be
an infuriating little devil, but she is far from stupid. As
absurd as that you take this interest in my affairs. \"No, what?\" She
said. She
washed her face with unwonted elaboration before she went to bed. At last, after a long rumbling journey in a stuffy windowless van, she reached
Canongate Prison—for Holloway had its quota already.
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