‘Yes, miss. " Figg turned aside to hide the tears that started to his eyes,—for the stout prizefighter, with a man's courage, had a woman's heart,—and the procession again set forward. The person, shortly afterwards ushered into the room, seemed by the imperfect light,—for the evening was advancing, and the chamber darkened by heavy drapery,—to be a middle-sized middle-aged man, of rather vulgar appearance, but with a very shrewd aspect. His heir is dead, yes, and his name and title available to me. After the sights he would have to twiddle his thumbs until the joints cracked. And then, there would be the question of money. "Was that thunder?" he faltered, as a terrible clap was heard overhead. He cannot.
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