It was in another world from that in which men will die for a kiss, and touching hands lights fires that burn up lives—the world of romance, the world of passionately beautiful things. Your lamented mother, whose loss I shall ever deplore, perceived my passion and encouraged it. I would not have him know—now—for the world. . She saw, twenty yards down the platform, the shiny hat and broad back and inimitable swagger of Ramage. Figg, the noted prize-fighter, from the New Amphitheatre in Marylebone Fields. Advancing towards him, he made him a formal salutation, which was coldly returned. He was content to watch her accepting compliments and gaudy bouquets full of red roses, white carnations, and purple statice. The stranger turned his head at the sound.
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