Dizzily, she grabbed at the mantel for support and, resting her head on her hands, paid no heed to a betraying sound behind her—until an unexpected arm encircled her. I didn't expect you home before that hour, Sir. That's my maxim; and it's the maxim of every honest man. This formidable person, who was no other than the renowned Figg, the "Atlas of the sword," as he is termed by Captain Godfrey, had removed his hat and "skull covering," and was wiping the heat from his bepatched and closeshaven pate. She licked his neck, which put him over the top. All her questions would have as a background the idea of future defence.
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