’ ‘His daughter, ma’am?’ Gerald asked. Figg, the noted prize-fighter, from the New Amphitheatre in Marylebone Fields. Battle, murder, and sudden death—and an old chap like McClintock tuning his piano in the midst of it. Then he sat down and filled his pipe slowly and thoughtfully. His gaze drawn, Gerald watched him dip to pick up a crushed square of white linen and a starched object that resembled a helmet. But I liked to say it.
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