Her lips parted, but no words came. Manning, Lady Palsworthy’s nephew, a tall young man of seven-and-thirty with
a handsome, thoughtful, impassive face, a full black mustache, and a certain
heavy luxuriousness of gesture. The girl was pretty, and apparently a
lady. 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. You
could walk the city streets and with every blink you could
take in a new sight of beauty so great that your heart
would weep for it. Ruth's arm trembled and her step faltered, but he was too far away in
thought to be observant. He was fast rising to an
eminence that no one of his nefarious profession ever reached before him, nor, it
is to be hoped, will ever reach again. "I quarrel with no man's political opinions, but I
will have my own respected!"
"Eh day!" exclaimed Mrs. "You poor child!" said Prudence. A black-garbed young lad leapt out and let down the
steps.
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