The delight of the turnkeys was beyond all bounds; but poor Mrs. ‘Do you think I could endure to hear you prattling your abominable French in my ear day by day? Enough to drive me straight into my grave. 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. Many knew Diane’s disdain for the Beck family as well, “who would take in any stray that arrived mewling at their doorstep. She was frightfully hungry. "To be sure I will, my child. This was David Courtlaw, whose ways, too, had never been very different from the ways of other men as regards her sex. The door was opened, and Austin entered the cell, when he absolutely recoiled before the spectacle he beheld, and could scarcely have looked more alarmed if the prison had tumbled about his ears. "Hear me out," said Jonathan.
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