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Perhaps that was the reason why she enjoyed preparing suppers at the Becks. If it hadn’t been for Professor Russell standing up for him, they say he would have had to leave. Sheppard, who had again looked round towards her son, beheld a hand glance along the side of the woollendraper. "Answer me one question first?" he said; "I half suspect you're Jack Sheppard. But I was portentous, I can assure you. Don’t look so frightened. I wish”— she found she had embarked on a bad sentence—“I wish we needn’t have quarrelled. ‘You mean that his missus is pretending to be my mistress? Lord-a-mercy!’ ‘Precisely. For a while they stood there, silent, motionless, staring at the doorway where still a few strings of the bamboo curtain swayed and twisted, agitated by the Wastrel's passage. A white apron was tied round his waist, and into the apron was thrust a short thick truncheon, which looked very much like a rolling-pin. 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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