He too was flushed and ruffled; one side of his collar had slipped from its stud and he held a hand to the corner of his jaw. " 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. 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. ’ Much to Melusine’s chagrin, Gerald folded his arms and leaned back, as if wholly at his ease. ‘To where has he gone off?’ ‘No use asking me,’ shrugged the captain.
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