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She addressed him in a tone of puzzlement. 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. He had
saluted her with elaborate civility, his eyes distended with indecipherable
meanings. That is my real
milieu, and one that I am convinced you would not only adorn but delight in. A nine days’
wonder is soon forgotten. The blaze,
however, was sufficient to reveal to the thief-taker the features of his intended
assassin. This costume,
though somewhat extravagant, displayed his slight, but perfectly-proportioned
figure to the greatest advantage. The oaken beam, nine inches in
thickness, was now the sole but most formidable obstacle to his flight. "I will
swear it upon the cross!"
"His name, then?" demanded the knight.
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