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He had not thought to find a lady so ready of humour and willing to give him a hearing. When you send for me I shall come back. Wood was so much exhausted that he was obliged to retire to his own room, where he continued for some hours overpowered by grief. "Poor Jack!" cried Winifred, burying her face in her lover's bosom. 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. He was staring at her, openly gaping. 27 Her beloved mother Marina was the first in the house to catch it, the first to die. "Go—go!" "I see what you mean," rejoined Blueskin, tossing a large case-knife, which he took from his pocket, in the air, and catching it dexterously by the haft as it fell; "you owe Jonathan a grudge;—so do I. "We shall be obliged to force it.
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