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"Leave the room instantly, sirrah!" rejoined the lady, bouncing up, and giving him a slap on the cheek that made his eyes flash fire. His heart hammered in his chest. Lucy looked about confusedly. 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 should have slapped him but she was in shock at her own thoughts of lust that arose. Lucy had baked the apple and pumpkin pies, carefully molding the flour crusts and adding extra teaspoonfuls of allspice and cinnamon while no one looked. I needn't tell you to tread carefully. ” She turned abruptly at right angles to the path they followed. She was flushed, and her eyes were bright and angry; her breath came sobbing, and her hair was all abroad in wandering strands of black. Visiting? Dressed for it, certainly. All houses of means had not only a maid but usually a whole staff of servants. As she averted her gaze, a terrible idea crossed her. ” “No, I wanted to talk to you, Lucy, to invite you to a dinner party.
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