Kneebone," she added, with a glance at that gentleman, which was meant to speak daggers, "will do as he pleases. She had grabbed! She became less and less attentive to his meditative, self-complacent fragments of talk as she told herself this. 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. You have a daughter, no? Madame Ibstock, I think. Too much blood has been shed already. . She realized dimly that there was no personal thing behind his cry, that countless myriads of Mannings had “My God!”-ed with an equal gusto at situations as flatly apprehended. CHAPTER XIV.
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