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"'Cos there's a gale a-getting up as'll perwent you, young freshwater," replied the tar. The curtain tinkled as her head brushed it, but he neither saw nor heard. 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. She was wearing a becoming tea-gown, and it was quite certain that Sir John would not be home for several hours at least. He remained standing by the stem of the proa, his glance roving investigatingly. "Go to the Iron Hold, Austin, and tell two of the partners to bring another padlock of the largest size, and the heaviest handcuffs they can find.
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