“It seems—It’s interesting. Ireton," cried Jack, in accents of the most urgent entreaty, "before you take
me hence, I implore you—if you would further the ends of justice—search this
house. 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. Behind her stood Caliban, chuckling
to himself, and grinning from ear to ear. Be a good wife to
him.
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