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I’ve told you that practically already. "Perhaps you don't know that this Darrell so contrived matters, that your child should be mistaken for his own; by which means it had a narrow escape from a tight cravat, I can assure you. 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 found himself thinking up all the psychology which he had ever read. Wood," said the lady bridling up, "my request may, perhaps, have some weight with you. He drew out the check and the editorial letter. "My good friend, Owen Wood,—Heaven preserve him!—is still living. I wonder,” he added, after a moment’s pause, “whether you ever realize how young you are.

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