Brutes! They are the
brute still with us! Science some day may teach us a way to do without them. ’ For the moment I thought it was a telegram from
Gwen. . ”
She rested the firing end of the cannon against her
own temple. 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 what are you going to do—where are you going to live?” Annabel asked. Gosse, if he had any sense, would immediately seek out the
Remenham lawyers. ”
“What was wrong with them?” Michelle asked timidly.
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