‘You cannot read my mind at all, monsieur. " 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. You see, the trouble is that the matter is in dispute. ” He stuttered. ” She gasped. In a few minutes after the delivery of this note he will be in Newgate. ’ ‘Merci,’ she sighed and, surrendering at last to his oft-proffered aid, allowed her head to droop onto his chest. She occupied a small sofa, a little apart, a ruddy-complexioned gentleman some years her senior beside her, and glanced about with an air of considerable unease.
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