This young man, whose features, though rather plain and coarse, bore the strongest impress of genius, and who had a dark gray, penetrating eye, so quick in its glances that it seemed to survey twenty objects at once, and yet only to fasten upon one, bore the honoured name of William Hogarth. “And by what right do you do anything of the sort?” “No right at all,” he admitted. "Good-b'ye, Jack," said Figg, putting on his hat. “DEAR MR.
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