"Dear me!" she added, as she pledged the amorous woollen-draper, "what a beautiful ring that is. He continued alternately to be tossed in the air, or rolled in the kennel until he was borne out of sight. 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 was her figure, her style of dress, her manner of arranging the hair. His frame was wasted, and slightly bent; his eyes were hollow, his complexion haggard, and his beard, which had remained unshorn during his hasty journey, was perfectly white. This did not tickle his vanity; on the contrary, it enlivened his terror, which is a phase of fascination. " "Zounds! David Pugh, don't you know your old friend and countryman?" exclaimed the carpenter. Jonathan Wild and his bloodhounds, with a hundred others, incited by the reward, will be upon my track. ‘I do not know him.
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