Earles himself stood upon the threshold of
his sanctum, the prototype of the smart natty Jew, with black hair, waxed
moustache, and a wired flower in his button-hole. And many of these deaths could be avoided if it were not for
superstition. 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. I have no right to love you. Guided by the glare of the forge, which threw a stream of ruddy light across the
road, Jack soon found the place of which he was in search. ‘Jacques? Oh, that is news of the very finest.
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