Springing to his feet in an ecstasy of terror, he stumbled, and had well nigh realized his worst apprehensions. He would always be her friend, too. ‘And me?’ ‘Oh, you’re mad because you wish to blow off my head. 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. We shall have a reg'lar squall afore we gets across. Ruth shivered; she was cold.
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