She was flushed, and her eyes were bright and angry; her breath came sobbing, and her hair was all abroad in wandering strands of black. I can wield a quarterstaff as well as a prize-fighter, and have beaten Figg himself at the broadsword. She was carefree. The fair boy in the audience who had waved was yet another suitor. Her mother had prepared her for everything. “I don’t see what he has to do with my coming to London?” “He—he worships the ground you tread on.
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