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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. It was the beginning and the end of the transaction. She
raided their settlements in shifts, staggering her kills from
tribe to tribe, undiscriminating of their petty politics. He conveyed not only his sense of the extreme want of
correctitude in their unsanctioned meetings, but also that, so far as he was
concerned, this irregularity mattered not at all, that he had flung—and kept on
flinging—such considerations to the wind. It tore
her apart. In all other respects they differed as materially. “It’s a period of crude views and crude
work,” said Mr. That old world that
had shoved up that silly old hotel, and all the rest of it.
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