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In the old days he had been something of an athlete—a runner, an oarsman, and a crack at tennis. 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. “Now here hath been dawning another blue day; I’m just a poor woman, please take it away. Ann Veronica was overcome by this amount of emotion. He felt that he might soon be separated—perhaps, for ever—from the fond little creature he held in his arms, whom he had always regarded with the warmest fraternal affection, and the thought of how much she would suffer from the separation so sensibly affected him, that he could not help joining in her grief. Yet either the rest or the wine seemed already to have done him good. ‘So it is that you could not help it.
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