I can esteem him, regard him; but, love him as he ought to be loved—that I cannot do. In his muscular pudgy hand was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands: the portrait of a youth of eighteen. The sense of publicity, of people coming and going about them, kept them both unemotional. A bumper round, gentlemen.
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