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He had a wild impulse to shout. First, I went to Country Tom's, the Goat, in Long Lane. “Do you know,” she said, “that every one is remarking how ill you look. James Figg was the most perfect master of self-defence of his day. He was the Napoleon of knavery, and established an uncontrolled empire over all the practitioners of crime. Dashing through the open door, he crossed the Old Bailey, plunged into a narrow court on the opposite side of the way, and was out of sight in a minute, baffling all pursuit. . His next occupation was to take out his pistols, examine the priming, and rub the flints. ‘The credentials, milor’,’ he ventured.
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