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. But in that reservation it may be she went a little beyond the converse of his view. She gaped at its keep, at least ten feet tall, a frightening gray coffin turned upright. "What is he gone there for?" "With a message to the turnkey to look after his prisoner," replied Wild, with a cunning smile. ‘Come on. Lucy inhaled deeply.
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