The last of Jarvis’s harlots must have departed in a
hurry, for she had apparently left a roomful of clothes. "What is it you want?" she asked, as she held out the coat. "
And springing backwards, he darted suddenly through the door. She too at once developed an
anxious interest in the street outside. Whenever I feel particularly gregarious, I take the launch and run
over to Copeley's and play poker for a couple of days. 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. However, it would only be robbing the hangman of his dues. ’
‘How shocking,’ Gerald returned, grinning.
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