" 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. The fates are never so kind to me. Usually it was fish sticks and reheated noodles. Then she sang. "Ay, indeed! And who may that be?" inquired his wife. Stanley.
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