Apparently he had projected beyond his table some hypnotic thought, for it had held him all through the dining hour. 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. Altogether, it was a hideous and revolting sight. “MY DEAR DAUGHTER,” it ran,—“Here, on the verge of the season of forgiveness I hold out a last hand to you in the hope of a reconciliation. Now I am sorry to cross you in anything you have set your heart upon, but I regret to say—” “H’m,” he reflected, and crossed out the last four words. Then he could hear Hilary breathing beside him, and from outside the muted twittering of birds. “Hey you,” he said affectionately. Got the day off. “May I ask whether you are staying with friends in town?” he inquired deferentially. Kneebone's," remarked Austin, rising to fasten the door.
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