" 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. So, very carefully, he raised her in his arms and carried her to her bed. She had seen Mrs. There was the cottage she had inhabited for so many years,—in those fields she had rambled,—at that church she had prayed. "She is here," cried Jack, darting forward. “I’ve got—I have to tell you this to make myself clear—a streak of ardent animal in my composition.
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