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“I cannot say more. One of the cases in Jonathan's museum was now burst open, and a rope taken from it. 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. ” Lucy spoke up, “We used to call that ‘playing the coquette’. Her cheeks burned for a moment or two when she reached the street, although she held her head upright and walked blithely, even humming to herself fragments of an old French song. "What's all this?" exclaimed Wood in amazement. “So she must have had you fairly young, right?” Lucy nodded again. She remembered Taber's hat. Let us have no more of this humbug.
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