Amongst other things, he had just brought down an old
laced bavaroy, a species of surtout much worn at the period. Sheppard. “Boys!” said Capes. “I think,” she said, “that I rather like what you have said. 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. If we were set upon I could not defend you. There was—a service. Brendon was silent. Father-worshipping sons are abnormal—
and they’re no good.
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