“On the stage? Yes. Would you like me to take one for you?\" \"Nah. ‘Didn’t mean to say that. " "Give you the best I have in either case," replied Figg. He stood there, large and dark, enunciating, in his clear voice from beneath his large mustache, clear flat sentences, deliberately kindly. The distinction lay chiefly in the right to pat their heads. She hung about his chair, followed him to the door, touched his sleeve timidly, all the while striving to pronounce the words which refused to rise to her tongue. He singled out my poor husband from a crowd of other felons; and you know how right he was in that case, Sir. The echo of those kindly words seemed still to ring in her ears. She did not remember how many seasons it took before she relented, how much time before she decided to toy with his affections.
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