‘I don’t propose doing anything with you. ‘That is not your affair. “By Jove!” he
broke out, “one tries to take a serious, sober view. On this side of the
canal she has no place to go. 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. ‘I am fascinated. The miserable woman staggered, uttered a deep groan, and fell senseless on the
straw. He was standing at the moment close to the hatch, with his ear at the
keyhole, and received a severe blow in the face.
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