" "You flatter me," smiled Sir James. The hurricane had now reached its climax. " There was another pause. ’ ‘I imagine it must be a relief to you, after so lucky an escape. ‘You know perfectly well that she is the daughter of the Comtesse de St Erme. "You are all right?"—anxiously. Morningside Park was a suburb that had not altogether, as people say, come off. But the love of life prevailed over his fears. 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.
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