I did not have to dig deep in my imagination to create the status-obsessed suburban environment of Lucy’s modern milieu. I might have known it. "Impossible!" exclaimed the widow, wildly. “John,” she said, “I can spare you that question. 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.
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