" 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. ‘I’m only a poor country wench, child. The father, granite; the daughter, fire: Spurlock saw the one and heard the other, his amazement indescribable. “Please play something for us,” Carol asked, her eyes aglow. The telegram dispatched, his obligation cancelled, Ah Cum proceeded homeward, chuckling occasionally. “Dear me!” he said. ’ ‘What of your grandfather?’ Her lips parted in surprise. It isn’t just one among a number of important things; for her it is the important thing, and until she knows far more than I know of the facts of life, how is she to undertake it? So please; if you will, forget that you wrote that letter, and forgive this answer.
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