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A little kindness would not bring the world tumbling about her ears. All this Woman-who-Diddery —no damn good. She felt pride sashay into her thoughts. “I can talk to you and you to me without a scrap of effort,” said Capes; “that’s the essence of it. Besides, those things are deadly. 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. “Mrs.
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