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unless a copyright notice is included. “Turn me. ” She looked thoughtfully into the fire. I can wield a quarterstaff as well as a prize-fighter, and have beaten Figg himself at the broadsword. ’ It is the Press who find her out. She must speak to Jack. Thames, look the door. James Figg was the most perfect master of self-defence of his day. The wall was of considerable thickness, and built altogether of stone; and the noise he was compelled to make in using the heavy bar, which brought sparks with every splinter he struck off, was so great, that he feared it must be heard by the prisoners on the Debtors' side. It'll be turning over to-morrow.
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