He stood back, smiling with an air of proprietorship, and looking about him at the business-like equipment of the room. When is the game?\" She did her best to overhaul her own appearance for 63 the greater part of an hour, blotting lips, fluffing the brush over her face. . 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 is you who took my name, not I yours. ‘I should not dream of forcing my attentions on you. Oh dear!—how sorry I am I ever left Wych Street. Eh bien, we shall see. He was followed with equal celerity by Terence and the widow.
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