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“I can say no more. Let me engage myself. Gosse sagged under the impact, knocking over the card table, and falling to sit, half stunned, the discharged pistol flying from his slackened grasp. By the will of Mr. "He will live," answered Ruth. " "When will you want me?"—with pitiful eagerness. " Before Austin could recover himself, Jack and Mrs. Single pearls— Lord knows where they come from!—are always turning up, some of them of fine lustre; but I never set eyes on them. The shot had taken effect upon the waterman who rowed the chase. 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.
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