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53071	Alger, Horatio, Jr.	Mark the Match Boy; or, Richard Hunter's Ward			.txt	text/plain	49699	4248	92	"I wish Mother Watson was as good as you are," said Mark. "I don't think I should like it," said Mark, who had never felt any "Good-night, Ben," said Mark, "I guess I'll go to Fulton Market." "My mother is dead," said Mark; "I shan't tell a lie to get money." "I've been trying to earn money all day," said Mark, rather indignant "I was round the streets all day trying to sell matches," said Mark. "Come in any time, Mother Watson," said Mrs. Flanagan, "when you want a "Don't you stir, Mark," said Ben. Mother Watson drew out her strap, and tried to get at the match boy, "No," said Richard, "he's a match boy; so if you've got any books that "I see that you want a boy," said Mark. "Well, Crawford," said Mr. Jones, as Roswell re-entered the store, "Mr. Baker has engaged a new boy."	./cache/53071.txt	./txt/53071.txt