"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. What of it?”
There was a shout of laughter. "Why, how the devil did you happen to guess that?" cried the janizary. Abruptly he gripped her wrist. Just
this? Parbleu, did he think this was enough? She did not wish to marry him—at
least, not just because he was an Englishman. But the fall was too great, and he abandoned the attempt. The farmer had become obsessed with her
and asked her to marry. “What on earth did you expect me to do, then?” he asked. His subjects,
however, were no longer entirely under his control; and, though he managed to
enforce some little attention to his commands, it was evident his authority was
waning fast.
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