I can wield a quarterstaff as well as a prize-fighter, and have beaten Figg himself at the broadsword.

Will you take me ?" However tempting Mrs.Maggot's offer may appear, the young man thought fit to decline it, and, after a few words of well-merited compliment on her extraordinary prowess, and renewed thanks to Mr.Kneebone, he took his departure.
"Good bye!" cried Mrs.Maggot, kissing her hand to him.

"I'll find you out.

And now," she added, glancing contemptuously at the woollen-draper, "I'll go to Jack Sheppard." "You shall first go to Bridewell, you jade!" rejoined Kneebone.

"Here, Tom," he added, calling to a shop-boy, "run and fetch a constable." "He had better bring half-a-dozen," said the Amazon, taking up a cloth-yard wand, and quietly seating herself; "one won't do." On leaving Mr.Kneebone's house, the young man hastened to a hotel in the neighbourhood of Covent Garden, where, having procured a horse, he shaped his course towards the west end of the town.