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Already the seed of a tender dream was stirring. “There was a keg, hash, LSD, pot, you know, the usual. " 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. “Who took care of you after she died?” “My father. He'll be brought out at this door, and may probably make some resistance. There was a lock, apparently more than a foot wide, strongly plated, and girded to the door with thick iron hoops. E.
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