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Beneath the serene unconcern of Ann Veronica’s face was a boiling tumult. 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. ” She stopped short, full of things un-said. But she disapproved more and more of her own mental austerity. She was vaguely happy over this arrangement which put her in the wing across the middle hall, alone. “But I have forbidden it!” he said, raising his voice.
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