"
"Rely on me," rejoined Kneebone. "There is nobody else. And there's
your liver. ”
“You did not——”
“Wait, Annabel! When I arrived in London I went to live in the cheapest place I
could find. “But you yourself,” she exclaimed, glancing into his face, “you too look tired. And next morning she attired
herself with especial care and neatness, found his address in the Directory at a
post-office, and went to him. The above
description of
—the great Figg, by the prize-fighting swains
Sole monarch acknowledged of Mary'bone plains—
may sound somewhat tame by the side of the glowing account given of him by
his gallant biographer, who asserts that "there was a majesty shone in his
countenance, and blazed in his actions, beyond all I ever saw;" but it may,
possibly, convey a more accurate notion of his personal appearance.
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