“Excellent!” he exclaimed. “Lucy, do you forgive me?” She looked at him in earnest. Sheppard, pressing her hand to her temples. It was easy to discover that he was a knave, but equally easy to perceive that he was a pleasant fellow; a combination of qualities by no means of rare occurrence. The City worried him a good deal, and what energy he had left over he spent partly in golf, a game he treated very seriously, and partly in the practices of microscopic petrography. Hers is quite the most exclusive set in London. I have suffered all this. 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. Leave the means to me.
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