\"Carry your books for you?\" He asked. I don’t know
anyone. "
"Come along!" cried Jack, darting through the door. Those who had seen him slumbering, averred that he slept with his
eyes open. Standing on tiptoe, on a joint-stool, placed upon the bench, with his back to the
door, and a clasp-knife in his hand, this youngster, instead of executing his
appointed task, was occupied in carving his name upon a beam, overhead. ‘Yes, I know. 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. "I am innocent. “Listen,” she said. . He occupied one of the smaller houses near the
station. “Then either this man shot himself or some one else shot him immediately
before your arrival—or rather if it was not himself the person who did it was in
the room, say two minutes, before you arrived. “You won’t give me away, Anna.
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