From then until four in the afternoon there was nothing to do—the whole island went to sleep. They tried to read illustrated papers in an unconcerned manner and with forced attention, lest they should catch the leaping exultation in each other’s eyes. Mr. " 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 mustn’t talk any more,” he said, “but I want you to listen to me just for a moment. “Mr.
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