He had a peculiar way of stepping in, in a parry; knew his arm, and its just time of moving; put a firm faith in that, and never let his opponent escape. She could still remember his face, the perpetually wet lips that turned down at the sides, his drooping Roman eyes. And I passed myself off as Meysey Hill, and since—then—I haven’t had a minute’s peace.
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