She looked directly at his face, his perpetually graying hair, his hawkish nose, his long cheekbones. . She set her fingers in the hair and tugged, drawing him to a sitting posture and stooping so that her eyes would be on the level with his when he awoke. ‘You would read my mind?’ Gerald was pretty certain he already had, but he did not say so. If you knew anything about Canton ware, you were, as like as not, sorely tempted to stuff a teacup into your pocket. 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. She proffered her neck towards him.
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