During this dreadful pause the wretched man felt for his sword. Hanging on the wall was a temple censer, bronze, moulded in the shape of a lotus blossom with stem and leaves—deadly as a club. And Pottiswick, of course. Something happened down there, and probably I'll never know what. "No matter," replied Sheppard. James Figg was the most perfect master of self-defence of his day. It rained slightly, and a thick mist gathered in the air, and obscured the beautiful prospect. Come along, you mad jade.
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