Her roving eagerness was at all times shaded with shyness, reserve,
repression. I do not understand why you and your
sister should not see more of one another. 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. "You do love me?"
"God knows how much!" Suddenly he laid his head on her shoulder. It was easy enough to lie
to anyone else. On that basis alone, he had no right to
give or accept love.
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