"Do you dare to insinuate that Mrs. Sheppard; "for if I had not been a mother, I would not have survived the day on which I became a widow. The air was sweet with the perfume of flowers, and the melody of murmuring insects, the blue sky was cloudless, the heat of the sun was tempered by the heather-scented west wind. 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. The doll she had never owned, the cat and the dog that had never been hers: here they were, strangely incorporated in this sleeping man. She tended the twins while the Clotilde was in Sebastian’s private chambers, a place she gave a wide berth.
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