She could smell his cologne underneath his collar, or perhaps his aftershave. 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. ‘You seem to understand the gentry very well. She blushed prettily, and in a moment regained command of her tongue. In the distance a barrel-organ was grinding out a pot pourri of popular airs. Indeed, she did not want to think of him as loving her. ‘Do you need an excuse?’ ‘Oh, you know what doctors are. ’ ‘No, I won’t. ” “You have it,” he declared confidently. It’s a tremendous blow, of course—but it doesn’t kill me. But if I were dying of thirst, in a desert, I would not accept a cup of water at her hands.
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