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. The Plague raced through the city and the Palazzo,
consuming it like fire. 73
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AT HOME, 1982
Lucy woke up the next morning with Shari’s slow
sonorous breathing only a few feet away. “But a boy—a boy goes out into the world and presently stands on his own
feet. If I had never met anything of you at all but a scrap
of your skin binding a book, Ann Veronica, I know I would have kept that
somewhere near to me. He turned the water off and handed her a towel. She found herself struggling with a storm of
tears. ”
“Dear me,” Anna laughed, “how unfortunate! What ought I to do? Should I be
forgiven, do you think, if I were to go and hold that skein of wool for the old
lady in the yellow cap?”
“Don’t speak of her irreverently,” Brendon said, in an awed whisper. Her roving eagerness was at all times shaded with shyness, reserve,
repression.
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