" Downstairs he sought the hotel manager. ” “Never,” he exclaimed vehemently. ’ Gerald’s eyes never left the girl. Just as the attendants were preparing to lower the corpse into the earth, Jack fell on his knees beside the coffin, uttering the wildest exclamations of grief, reproaching himself with the murder of his mother, and invoking the vengeance of Heaven on his own head. Something seemed to dredge up from the recesses of her memory and she brightened. 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. To go to him, to console him! But she stirred not from her hiding place. For aught I know, they may be in the neighbourhood at this moment.
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