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‘Have no fear,’ he uttered soothingly, reaching out to pat her free hand. You know you do, Annabel. "Nothing more than to obtain a favourable answer to my suit," replied Kneebone. So now I will say nothing more to you, and you will please to say nothing more to me, for I do not reply. . ” “Has my sister been unkind to you?” “The family,” he declared, “has not treated me with consideration. 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. Manning’s handwriting had an air of being clear without being easily legible; it was large and rather roundish, with a lack of definition about the letters and a disposition to treat the large ones as liberal-minded people nowadays treat opinions, as all amounting to the same thing really—a yearssmoothed boyish rather than an adult hand.
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