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. "Has he escaped?" asked the thief-taker, faintly. ” The sensation produced was gratifying enough. She forgot Anna’s sacrifices, forgot her own callousness, forgot the burden which she had fastened upon her sister’s shoulders. ” “Then I am sure,” Sir John declared, “that I shall not ask you. She descended down the stairs of the house, sidestepping the refuse from bingedrinking teenagers that was strewn everywhere. 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. It was an awful moment—so awful, that every other feeling except deep interest in the scene seemed suspended.
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