The Old Mint. A middle-aged countrywoman, plump of cheek, and a
little shy. ‘I rather suspect,’ added Prudence, ‘that Major Alderley’s motives were
somewhat different. The little grating in the door, the sense of constant
inspection, worried her. 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. "Hurrah! come along, Thames; we're free. As usual Brendon lit the candles, and Sydney dragged out the spiritlamp and set it going. He seemed to be labouring under some great excitement. She loped
forward on unnaturally long legs and arms that swung
loosely. ’
‘The nuns?’ she said, gazing at him innocently. Too late, alas, to stop the disastrous marriage.
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