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Earles protested, seating himself before the desk, and dipping his pen in the ink. ‘You will please to tell this—this idiot to release me. "Poor thing!" muttered he, as the widow departed on her errand, "she's seen better days and better circumstances than she'll ever see again, I'm sure. ” Her heart had warmed toward him. But though he made Blueskin and Kettleby his chief marks, he missed both. 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. " "When you heard what was going on, why didn't you send for me?" "I didn't know it was going on. The noise was raucous. Could you just let me in? I have a surprise for him. The two friends contrasted strikingly with each other.
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