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Ennison stood still for a moment, swinging his latchkey upon his finger. Brendon dismissed the subject with a wave of the hand. " "Loved me! You!" "I loved you," continued Jonathan, "and struck by your appearance, which seemed above your station, inquired your history, and found you had been stolen by a gipsy in Lancashire. ” Annabel had been lying curled up on the lounge, the personification of graceful animal ease. Before ever I knew you. Do you mind talking to some one else. Know that I love you, that I will always love you. 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. Let her have her own way in all things, for she will always be just. I'll write out certain rules of conduct, and then you'll never be in doubt.
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