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\"No thanks. The gong will go at seven-thirty. But she was disappointed. Breakfast was laid for one, a
dish of fruit and a shining coffee equipage. She waited expectantly. She tried surreptitiously to
reach her own dagger, in its cunning hiding place in her petticoat. "I've done all I can to the
portrait here. Gerald would certainly have demanded back his sword. On his third visit to the island
she had surprised him, that is, she had glanced up suddenly and caught the look
of the beast in his eyes. "
"Lead the way to it then, Saint Giles," said Jack, in a tone of mock authority. He had barely said,
\"Anytime,\" before she shut the door rather rudely in his
face. This formidable person, who was no other than the renowned Figg,
the "Atlas of the sword," as he is termed by Captain Godfrey, had removed his
hat and "skull covering," and was wiping the heat from his bepatched and closeshaven pate.
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