" 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. She did not remember him, but he said that he had introduced himself to her when she was visiting the butcher's family. For aught I know, they may be in the neighbourhood at this moment. ’ ‘What, a common soldier?’ ‘He was not a common soldier. Her mouth was an effective tourniquet. She spent the morning up to ten in writing a series of unsuccessful letters to Ramage, which she tore up unfinished; and finally she desisted and put on her jacket and went out into the lamp-lit obscurity and slimy streets.
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