She
longed to own something lasting, anything, but knew her
wishes to be stupid. When next he asked for her, some
twelve hours later, he was told that Mademoiselle had left. She was trying to bring her problems to a head, and her
mind insisted upon being even more discursive and atmospheric than usual. 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. She could learn nothing of her son, and only
obtained one solitary piece of information, which added to, rather than alleviated
her misery,—namely, that Jonathan Wild had paid a secret visit to the Cross
Shovels. She could smell him almost as
strongly as she could the new paint on the fire escape
walls, along with the wool suit and the weird polyester
smell of his wet umbrella. ” He said, his voice tinged with
worry. On the way he
confessed. He found himself thinking up all the
psychology which he had ever read.
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