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There’s
no logic in these things. Old London Bridge. “Accident! She shot me,” he muttered. "Nothin'—nothin'," returned Blueskin; "only I thought—"
"You saw the hangman, no doubt," said Jack. See? You marry me. 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. “Hey,” he said, his eyes slowly adjusting to the soft
blackness. She was only trying to distract you so that she might escape.
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