Then go
and fetch this daughter of yourn. "I've the Bridewell
account to settle. I am not afraid that you may try to make love to me. 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. It's only a gentleman come to offer you his hand. "'Faith, an' you may say that," returned a watchman, who was wiping a ruddy
stream from his brow; "they've broken the paice, and our pates into the bargain.
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