’ He had abandoned the “sir”, Gerald noted, realising that the footman’s respect for him had dropped sharply. If she could have held it in, perhaps the Virgin Mary would have sent her a miracle as reward for her strength. “Oh yes,” said Miss Klegg; “I thought every one knew. ‘Is she the Frenchie we’ve been watching for then, sir?’ The lady’s furious features turned on this new target. ‘You have come to me in place of Gérard? But how is it you will help me?’ ‘That’s all right and tight. She gave me an impression of a sort of patched quilt; little bits of patterned stuff coming up again and again. 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. “Been sitting on the doorstep almost for two hours.
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