But God did
not put you next door. He began to tell me something—and
stopped. Giving him a wide berth, and keeping her pistol high, she made her way to the
door and warily peered through it. "Here is my purse; and I trust you will let me know
to whom I am indebted for this important service. This formidable person, who was no other than the renowned Figg,
the "Atlas of the sword," as he is termed by Captain Godfrey, had removed his
hat and "skull covering," and was wiping the heat from his bepatched and closeshaven pate. It was he
who saw them first coming down the room—Annabel in a wonderful white satin
gown in front, and Sir John stiff, unbending, disapproving, bringing up the rear.
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