”
The young man accepted the letter and the message, and seemed about to close
the door when a lady issued from one of the front rooms and intervened. ”
Then it was her father issued his ultimatum. 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 could have done so at the first and saved you the pain,’ she told him merrily. Great sport, eh? To haul them back from the ragged edge. On this side was a razor with
which a son had murdered his father; the blade notched, the haft crusted with
blood: on that, a bar of iron, bent, and partly broken, with which a husband had
beaten out his wife's brains. "As it's getting late, and the porter may be gone to bed," he observed; "I'll take
the pass-key, and let myself in.
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