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CHAPTER I. No one had lived here since old man Remenham had died some eighteen months ago, for the heir, so it was rumoured, was a relative with property of his own. She would meet him upon this ground: he should never be given the slightest hint that she was unhappy. Kneebone, I came hither as your guest. Wood's house at Dollis Hill on Tuesday'—that's two days ago,—'hasn't been heard of since. As she looked in this direction, the thief-taker raised his eyes—those gray, blood-thirsty eyes!—their glare froze the life-blood in her veins. Morals only begin when that is settled. We’re closer than you think. I hear the sound of his horse's feet in the yard. ‘I’ll send one of my men to see you here this very evening. Her senses were prickled when she felt a new pair of eyes upon 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. He has hanged twelve of his associates already.
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