At this point Lucy, in an effort perhaps—foolhardy, in Gerald’s opinion—to
pour oil on troubled waters, rose swiftly to her feet and came towards the old
man, her hand held out. 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. F. She
was radiant. In
a moment the brisk evening breeze caught the lank canvas and bellied it taut. "
"Don't stir, or they'll chain you to the wall," said his mother detaining him.
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