"My mother,—my poor mother!" exclaimed Jack. “The walk has given
me an appetite, and I do not feel like waiting till five o’clock. ’
Even as they watched, a shadow passed across one of the apertures. ‘Have no fear,’ he uttered soothingly, reaching out to pat her free hand. He did not notice that Ann Veronica was preoccupied
and heavy-eyed. 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. He could
not see these two shrinking misses capering about in a nun’s habit and
brandishing a defiant pistol. ‘You dare to come to me? What do you wish of
me? Why have you come? I do not want you!’ She swept round on Gerald
abruptly and he braced for the onslaught. One glance through the window at that picturesque
head had been sufficient. "If
so, I may as well execute my warrant.
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