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The arrested women were herded in a passage of the Panton Street
Police-station that opened upon a cell too unclean for occupation, and most of
them spent the night standing. 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. ‘You could have fetched me home. "I love you like a son, and will follow you like a
dog. Lost ground must be
regained. "
"I wonder where the deuce I'll be able to get some writing paper?
I'm crazy to get to work again. You cannot tell whether you
know him or not until you have seen him. “Forgive me,” he
decided to say at last, and his voice had a little quiver of emotion, and he laid his
hand on hers upon her knee. "
"Who is he?" asked Thames impatiently. Her aunt had secretly sent on to Ann
Veronica some new warm underclothing, a dozen pairs of stockings, and her last
winter’s jacket, but the dear lady had overlooked those boots. ”
“Please don’t let him know I’m here yet. ’
‘I think you—’ He broke off abruptly, astonished at what he had been about to
say. Women are hypocrites to the last—true only to themselves.
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