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The ward in which he was confined, was about six yards in
length, and three in width, and in height, might be about twelve feet. She had been
obliged to spend the night in that fateful bedchamber, the faithful Kimble—who
had foraged at a nearby inn, bringing back a large pie and a jug of porter for his
mistress—guarding the door outside. Listening at one of the doors leading to the Master Debtors' side, he heard a loud
voice chanting a Bacchanalian melody, and the boisterous laughter that
accompanied the song, convinced him that no suspicion was entertained in this
quarter. "They tell me over here that the average Chinaman is honest. Kneebone was attired in the extremity of the mode. I’d rather not go,” she added. This formidable person, who was no other than the renowned Figg,
the "Atlas of the sword," as he is termed by Captain Godfrey, had removed his
hat and "skull covering," and was wiping the heat from his bepatched and closeshaven pate.
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