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“It was perhaps my fault. Jack! Mon dieu, but he was unarmed. . ” “You came—here!” he repeated, vaguely. Mike and Shari sat at the kitchen table eating potato chips. The place was gloomy, with its darkly panelled walls, but it was sparsely furnished. She was shifting, moving back. She examined Michelle’s pale face. She went into shock. Miss Miniver learned of her flight and got her address from the Widgetts. 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.
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