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’ ‘What?’ Appalled, Gerald could only gaze at her. ‘You do not believe me?’ ‘I do not. "Mr. On the same peg and evidently belonging to it was a black velvet Zouave jacket. 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. Me, I prefer to forget that I have such a father. Courtlaw might have been able to give me an idea where to stop. Poor fellow! he sometimes indulges the hope of marrying you, when he grows old enough. . “I thought I saw her in town to-day,” he said.
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