“It makes me feel,” he said, “that nothing is impossible—to have you here beside me. “Are you cold?” He asked her, cocking his head to one side like a puppy, so close that the heat of his words warmed her cheek. He donned his winter coat. She could see that she was now the exclusive object of the boy’s attention. Deny me, if you please. “Did I do something wrong?” He asked. 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. They seemed to her that morning to be all armed with nets and prepared to throw them over her directly her movements became in any manner truly free. There is a tragedy to come.
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