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. “Why don’t they wait?” he added. "I shall need little more. A long chest under one of the windows was open, some of its contents dragged out and spilling onto the floor. —Providence, I mean—HAS arranged it so that men will keep you, more or less. But I will never—never return. His hair flew out from the sides of his head like black bats from a belfry, it was unruly and long. The parlour was cluttered but cosy. 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 can you do?” she asked. The shouts drew nearer, and lights were seen flashing ruddily against the sides and gables of the neighbouring houses.
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