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She crouched beneath a stump, her extremities twitching as the sun set orange and blue beyond the lace of iron-black trees. 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 hesitated in answering the door, her violin still crooked underneath her chin. This man’s name is Montague Hill. She cleaned everything, wiped every surface, mopped and scrubbed every last drop of blood. “I cut off his right hand pinky with his own rusty bolt cutter. Her nerves were shattered, her senses dazed by this unexpected shock. ” “Isn’t that a little extreme?” “I am an extreme person at times. " "I will die first," replied Mrs.
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