"I say we, because Miss Rachel and I have
struck up a match. 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. It was no easy matter to determine her age, for, though she still retained
a certain youthfulness of appearance, she had many marks in her countenance,
usually indicating the decline of life, but which in her case were, no doubt, the
result of constant and severe indisposition. Asking her way once or twice, she passed
along Fleet Street into the Strand, and crossed Trafalgar Square, into Piccadilly. I’m off to England. CHAPTER X. "
"Give you the best I have in either case," replied Figg. She passed inside and upstairs without
a word.
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