They then took off their boots, and crept stealthily up stairs, treading upon the point of their toes so cautiously, that not a board creaked beneath their weight. I can wield a quarterstaff as well as a prize-fighter, and have beaten Figg himself at the broadsword. “It’s a matter of feeling with me. ‘Is that why you allowed me in, ma’am?’ A dimple appeared in the faded cheek. "You're a bold fellow, Jack," rejoined the blacksmith. The intensity of the eyes and the defiant tone bewildered the doctor, who found his well-constructed jeremiad without a platform.
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