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Wood, in
his Sunday habiliments and Sunday buckle. “It’s Ennison, isn’t it?” he exclaimed. "Vell," he growled, addressing Quilt, "you know who's here, I suppose?"
"To be sure I do," replied Quilt; "my noble friend, the Marquis of Slaughterford. "
"You astonish me," said the stranger, in a voice full of emotion. Though the starling
was more than two feet above the level of the water, he alighted with his little
charge—which he had never for an instant quitted—in safety upon it. The only departure which he made from the
fashion of the period, was in respect to the peruke—an article he could never be
induced to wear. ‘You don’t believe her?’
‘My dear Major Alderley, I do not know her,’ Mrs Sindlesham pointed out. Oh, and weeks and months of thought and feeling there are bottled
up too.
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