" 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. I dare say it will be chattered about for weeks. Why not? Were not his own sentiments inclined in favour of the patient? But fifty gold was fifty gold. "I'm a peace-officer," he added, "about to arrest a notorious criminal. Are you quite shure you haven't another alyas, Masther Thames Ditton?" "Darrell, I tell you. He won’t have menservants inside the house, and his collection of carriages is only fit for a museum—where most of his friends ought to be, by-the-bye. Your reputation for hospitality would remain under a cloud though, for tea was distinctly mentioned. ” “It is you,” he cried, “you, who are talking folly, when you speak of friendship between you and me. “If they matter to you, they matter.
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