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. ” “I will have your reason for this,” he said. 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. Ruth was something to study for future copy; she was almost unbelievable. All this muddle to placate his conscience! "Here—quick!" McClintock thrust a cigar into Spurlock's hand. His business has thriven; legacies have unexpectedly dropped into his lap; and, to crown all, he has made a large fortune by a lucky speculation in South-Sea stock,—made it, too, where so many others have lost fortunes, your humble servant amongst the number—ha! ha! In a word, Sir, Mr. He is the kind of man who would much prefer a little dust in his eyes. ’ The girl bit her lip and backed a little, while her husband shifted to stand at her side. “He sees through it all.
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