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The thousand voices which a few moments before had been so clamorous were now hushed. ‘Left to yourself, my girl, you may not have any affairs. 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 snatched it up, pointed it blindly at him, and fired. . It was as if her aesthetic sense had become inflamed.

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