The one fault, indeed, of this school of fiction for him was that it had rather a light way with parental rights. He kept that, but the rest. "Vell," he growled, addressing Quilt, "you know who's here, I suppose?" "To be sure I do," replied Quilt; "my noble friend, the Marquis of Slaughterford. But her cries, instead of moving her assailant's compassion, only added to his fury. "The rebuke is just," said the carpenter; "at the same time, I'm not sorry to find you're a friend to fair play, which, as you seem to know, is a jewel. Selfishness. He was leaning against a window frame, his hat in his hand.
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