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He was an imaginative young man. Even the abstract paintings on the wall were gray. " "I wish I could have foreseen. 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. ‘And why have you not arrested him? Do not tell me you have allowed him to escape you. What need had she of Gerald, or anyone? Yet, if he was here, would he not make some foolish game with her and make her laugh? Instead of behaving in this fashion so stupide, and crying, crying, crying. ‘There was a priest, the father confessor, you understand. Her features were meagre, and ghastly white, and had the fixed and horrible stamp of insanity. . “You are mistaken, David.
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