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’ He thought she wished to conceal her
identity because of the connexion with you, and he offered her an engagement at
once. “This is wonderful! I’ve been feeling
that you had vanished from my world. ‘You are dead, you,’ he yelled back, leaping into the seat of the final pew. Just my room. ‘I don’t propose doing anything with you. It was
lent me by a countryman o' mine; but I paid him back in his own coin—ha! ha!"
"A countryman of yours, Terry?"
"Ay, and a noble one, too, Quilt—more's the pity! You've heard of the Marquis
of Slaughterford, belike?"
"Of course; who has not? He's the leader of the Mohocks, the general of the
Scourers, the prince of rakes, the friend of the surgeons and glaziers, the terror of
your tribe, and the idol of the girls!"
"That's him to a hair?" cried Terence, rapturously. If I had
known that you were here you should not have been kept waiting for a second. ”
She blushed deeply. . “This is not every day. ‘Tchah! So you’re the whelp’s girl, are you? Suppose you’ve nothing but that
villainous French in your tongue. "
"Caught you napping, eh?" rejoined Ireton, with a laugh. Spurling, drily.
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