At this juncture, a cry was raised by a servant from below, that the robbers were flying through the garden. He threw up his hand, reeled for a moment on his feet, and collapsed upon the floor. "There's the exact expression I want. Darkness closed in on them as the officers stepped inside the musty interior. I suppose this is the sort of damned rubbish—” “Oh! Ssh, Peter!” cried Miss Stanley. " "Let me see. ’ Chapter Five ‘Now then, young Jack,’ Gerald said, turning to the lad, who was sitting in the place lately vacated by his self-appointed mistress, but in a state of far less relaxation. She walked back to the car. "Good night, Master. ’ ‘As far as I know it, ma’am. ‘You’re as mad as she is, Gerald. They send you every good wish. ’ ‘Where then is your uniform?’ ‘I don’t wear it to balls. 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.
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