He tore it down just as the Wastrel rose, wavering slightly. Jarvis
did not leave a will. “We were good friends in
Paris, weren’t we? You made me all sorts of promises, we planned no end of
nice things, and then—without a word to any one you disappeared. 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. "Hell's curses!" muttered Jonathan between his teeth; "that fool will ruin all. Annabel seated herself in an
easy chair and determined to wait for her sister’s return. I
find you an impenetrable enigma. ”
“Delusion!” he muttered, glaring at her. He then barred and double-locked the door, took out the key, (a
precautionary measure which, with a grim smile, he said he never omitted,)
thrust it into his vest, and motioning the couple to follow him, led the way to the
inner room.
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