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Only a few weeks ago there was a bloody battle on the bridge there between the soldiery and the local police. She was thinking fast now, all her senses on the alert. You see—I didn’t understand. " And he hastily related the occurrences in Jonathan Wild's house. With a strong tendency to satire, but without a particle of malice or ill-nature in its display. And the fences are down for good. 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. But it was of vital importance to Melusine, and Gerald felt he must pursue it. Darell's peculiar bent of mind was exemplified in a rusty broadsword, a tall grenadier's cap, a musket without lock or ramrod, a belt and cartouch-box, with other matters evincing a decided military taste. She mentally resolved to do her best to avoid personal encounters with him in that instant.
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