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" 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. My very sentences stumble and give way. He has had brain fever since, and, as you say, I am more like what you were then than you yourself are now. You've nothing to do but to take possession. Mere hangers on. “You may find in it a paragraph of some interest to you. ” He receded from her.
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