It’s a sort of guarantee of confidence. " 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. Her mind left her. She remained on guard. “This is MY thing,” said Ann Veronica, softly, with thoughtful eyes upon him. Ann Veronica found herself incompetent, undignified, and detestable, holding on desperately to a hardening antagonism to her father, quarrelling with him, wrangling with him, thinking of repartees—almost as if he was a brother.
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