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‘Sir?’ Hilary threw a brief glance at Trodger, and quickly returned his intent gaze to the Frenchman, who had halted once more, and stood as if thinking deeply. ‘Aye, sir. "And so shall I," replied Edgeworth Bess. He thought of his severe attitude towards the girl who was rightly and with contempt refusing his measured help. " She rose. His smile faded. It doesn't annoy me; it only disturbs me. He had meant to be master of his fate that evening and it had escaped him altogether. 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.
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