" "A white wall is a fool's paper, Jack,—remember that," rejoined Wood. She found a little difficulty in beginning. "What of her?" exclaimed Jack, starting up. The estates must, ere long, revert to Sir Rowland. . If you had lived twenty years ago you would have been called a Young Person, and it would have been your chief duty in life not to know, never to have heard of, and never to understand. 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. Lost me place, that’s all. You can trust me, Anna. Wood, you shan't lord it over me, I can promise you.
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