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No hair to fall awry, no powder to displace, no ruffles to crush; men are lucky. A couple of gilt straight-backed chairs only. 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. That’s why he was so annoyed, you know. “It was not necessary,” Sir John answered stiffly. She had black
hair, fine eyebrows, and a clear complexion; and the forces that had modelled
her features had loved and lingered at their work and made them subtle and fine. I think that I am a little disappointed in you. ‘Poor Hilary.
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