‘Because I love you. Figg," said Jack. "What have you got there in your breast—a stone? Is there blood or water in your veins?" The dam broke, but not with violence. The fire—if there was any in him—never made headway against this insistant demand to know the significance of these manifold inward agitations. He’ll do. ‘Idiot. “You look more like your old self when you smile,” he remarked.
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