It was a gray day in the spring of 1910. "Thus," replied the prize-fighter. All alone; and nobody cared whether he lived or died. Yes—as he would have liked. Lucy savored the normalcy of the scene. She put a hand to the lad’s cold cheek and choked on a sob.
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