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. Her eyes still had
the fevered glow of sickness, yet she seemed in perfect
health. "I think I may trust
him with you, Sir," added she, taking up the candle. “We must go. She found herself asking more and more curiously, “Why, on the principle
of the survival of the fittest, have I any sense of beauty at all?” That enabled her
to go on thinking about beauty when it seemed to her right that she should be
thinking about biology. "
"What motive can you have for so vile a deed?" asked Mrs. He
perceived, however, that both the novels he read and the world he lived in
discountenanced these assumptions. "Gracious Heavens! this is more wonderful than all the rest," cried the carpenter,
rubbing his eyes. There was a
Greyhound bus that she was overdue to ride.
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