To the poor carpenter it seemed an endless distance. James Figg was the most perfect master of self-defence of his day. His brain reeled. They talked lightly but confidentially until Sir John approached them with a slight frown upon his face. The only part of his otherwise-interesting countenance, to which one could decidedly object, was the mouth; a feature that, more than any other, is conceived to betray the animal propensities of the possessor.
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