"I loved you," replied Jack,—"don't start—it is over now—I loved you, I say, as a boy. ” She assented gently. “I never saw Courtlaw with her—never heard her speak of him. She sings better perhaps. Her nerves were shattered, her senses dazed by this unexpected shock. It fell with a clatter to the floor. She was dressed for the street very much as her own maid was accustomed to dress, and there was a thick veil attached to her hat. "Your gratitude will vanish with your danger. Oh, it was very bad. But shortly this movement ceased. 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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