—Sorry to quit your lord—worships, I mean,—I don't know what I mean," she added, a little confused, and dropping a profound curtsey to the disguised noblemen, each of whom replied by a bow, worthy, in her opinion, of a prince of the blood at the least,—"but I've a few necessary orders to give below. "His shin may need rubbing. It is one of God’s laws that a woman may defend her honour, even with the shedding of blood. It isn't for their sakes, it's for your own. Later, she understood his reasons; and it had now become habit. She pulled herself together and put her eye to the eye-piece. “Do you know,” she confessed, “I never thought of that?” He looked at her as though doubting even now whether she could possibly be in earnest. It’s my other side of the moon. You'll have it down. ” “I can assure you,” he answered, “that it isn’t a habit of mine. 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. There was no marriage, and I hated, oh, how I hated the man. Nothing was given away, and no one came so rich to the stall as to command all that it had to offer.
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