" Figg turned aside to hide the tears that started to his eyes,—for the stout prizefighter, with a man's courage, had a woman's heart,—and the procession again set forward. She leaned over and kissed his cheek innocently. ‘No need to upset yourself. Probably his first serious bout with John Barleycorn. ‘s as mad as any of you, in spite of all his respectability; not a bit of him straight anywhere, not one bit. It wouldn’t be you.
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