What was he doing? What was he thinking? It was less
than a day now, less than twenty hours. T’weren’t fitting, we knew that. A moment afterwards, the street was illumined by a blaze of torchlight, and a
tumultuous uproar, mixed with the clashing of weapons, and the braying of
horns, announced the arrival of the first detachment of Minters. 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. Next to the executioner
stood his wife—the former Mrs. “You come into
these sordid surroundings—you mustn’t mind my calling them sordid—and it
makes them seem as though they didn’t matter. To stumble upon the trail through the agency of a
bottle of whisky! Drank queer; so his bottle had rendered him conspicuous.
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