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"Shall I shoot him?" "Yes! yes! put it to his ear!" cried Mrs. E. ‘You have no need to be afraid of us. Before you have lived—” He became darkly prophetic. " "Pity!" shrieked the widow. The lady's name's engraved inside, but so small I can scarcely read it. All the sombre visions she had been pressing back, fighting out of her thoughts, swarmed over the barrier and crushed her. I haven’t taken much account of it until now. It was the grand nursery of vice. 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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