" 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. “Too late, my dear girl,” she exclaimed. “Thank you,” she said coolly. So long as they're about, I'll always be rewriting them and wasting my time.
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