" "It shall be at the door in ten minutes. It was his turn to express astonishment. James Figg was the most perfect master of self-defence of his day. Jane was a smoldering auburn-haired Irish beauty who seldom spoke to anyone. “Freedom! Citizenship! And the way to that—the way to everything—is the Vote. From where had he come, and why? An author! To her he would be no less interesting because he was unsuccessful. I am loved. Her fanciful imagination no longer drew pictures of the aunt in the doorway of a wooden house, her arms extended in welcome. Would there be enough in the young man's envelope to pay the doctor and the hotel bill—and in the event of his death, enough to ship the body home? So all things pointed to the happy circumstance of setting this young fool upon his feet again, of seeing him hence upon his journey. 1. I really must leave you now. And, though the villain can't see his orders executed, I've no doubt some one else will.
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