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"Heaven be praised, I am not the son of a nobleman. She would have just to keep the fifteen pounds until she could make it twenty. 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. “I’m so glad my Mom’s letting me go out tonight. ‘You mean there isn’t any evidence of a break-in. Don’t take revenge on him because I’ve wronged you. ” “You’ll make me look a fool before all my friends. It struck his forehead, splitting it, and brought him to his knees. He was interesting and inconclusive, and the original papers to which he referred her discursive were at best only suggestive. " "I will yield it to no one but its mother," answered Wood.
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