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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. "Is this Misther Wudd's, my pretty miss?" demanded the rough voice of the Irish watchman. Here he obtained some breakfast, and mounting the hill turned off into the fields on the right. 48 <6> THE FRIDAY NIGHT SHOW The air was chill and the sky overcast and misting. She waited for him to leave the room, and turned back to Gerald. But Gerald wouldn’t hear of it.
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