" 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. He succeeded so well that they were almost in Montague Street before Anna stopped short. Figg, the noted prize-fighter, from the New Amphitheatre in Marylebone Fields. "Let him be handcuffed, and doubly ironed on both legs; and when we get him into the Stone Ward, he shall not only be chained down to the ground, but shall have two additional fetters running through the main links, fastened on each side of him. ‘Would you have me face my maker with that on my conscience? If I’d died, there’d have been no one to tell you, for your father would not have done. He has taken more than one step towards the gallows already. Ascertaining that it was Sheppard of whom this concourse was in pursuit, the two horsemen leapt the hedge, and were presently close upon him. Who were you looking for tonight? One of the émigrés? There were several in there. ‘Laisse-moi,’ she threw at him, her brief attack of sobs already ended, although the trace of tears on her cheeks bore witness to its sincerity. Not that it would make any difference if he was alive still. ” “You did,” Anna exclaimed.
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