He laid down the knife, and fixed
a searching and distrustful gaze upon the writer, who continued his task,
unconscious of anything having happened. " Prudence shrugged. Her hair touched
water, becoming like the seaweed in its velvet slickness. “No one has a better right than I to be with you. 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. Norris, she
revived a little. I have brought
disgrace upon you, and I haven’t been the right sort of wife at all.
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