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I can wield a quarterstaff as well as a prize-fighter, and have beaten Figg himself at the broadsword. Things happen out this way. I wouldn't have him see me in this state for the world. This niggardliness compelled him to cross and recross streets. Single pearls— Lord knows where they come from!—are always turning up, some of them of fine lustre; but I never set eyes on them. Unwillingly he drew a little nearer, and became one of the group of loiterers about the entrance. His shirt also was unbuttoned, and disclosed a neck like that of an ox, and a chest which might have served as a model for a Hercules.
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