‘Let go!’
‘Do you take me for a fool?’ Gerald demanded. "
And, as he spoke, he took up a sheet of paper, and hastily traced a few lines upon
it. 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. “What were you doing?”
Her voice was a little hysterical. A creature of convenience, she
could have cared less if her children were carried away by
drunkards on the street. Please yourself.
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