"And who is this Van Gal—Gal—what's his
outlandish name?"
"Van Galgebrok," replied the widow. "I'm a detective; my ears and eyes have been trained to absorb
all I see and all I hear. And you talk like that! What the devil have you been up to, to land in this
bog?" It was a cast at random. Like a petulant child he snapped. 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. "A mother's prayers—a mother's blessings," she cried, with the fervour almost of
inspiration, "will avail against a fiend's malice. Dizzily, she
grabbed at the mantel for support and, resting her head on her hands, paid no
heed to a betraying sound behind her—until an unexpected arm encircled her. "
"Oh! name it. So perfect was the illusion, that he could almost fancy he heard the solemn
voice of the ordinary warning him that his race was nearly run, and imploring
him to prepare for eternity.
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