"Your father—poor imbecile!—believes we ran away
together. The thin stream of blood on which her eyes
were fastened with a nameless horror reached almost to her feet. Only Gwen left a letter on the pincushion. 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. "
"Ay, marry," replied Wood, with a look that seemed to say that he did not think it
required any surprising skill in the art of divination to predict the doom of the
individual in question; but whatever opinion he might entertain, he contented
himself with inquiring into the grounds of the conjuror's evil augury respecting
the infant. Gianfrancesco was not ugly, in fact,
perhaps he was rather handsome after all.
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