" In an angle of the Stone Hall was the Iron Hold, a chamber containing a vast assortment of fetters and handcuffs of all weights and sizes. I am five-and-thirty, and I have knocked about in the world and tasted the quality of life. “How did you hear that?” Lucy’s brows knitted. James Figg was the most perfect master of self-defence of his day.
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