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56447	Richardson, Dorothy M. (Dorothy Miller)	The Tunnel: Pilgrimage, Volume 4			.txt	text/plain	96535	8388	89	The window space was a little square wooden room, the long low double a "great truth"--thinking it like a man in the way Tennyson thought it. Miriam scurried through the hall past Mr. Leyton's open surgery door and into her room. "Let me come and hold it so that you can look" said Miriam advancing. "There's a lovely green picture" said Miriam, "at least I like it." "Don't know" said Miriam irritably, passing the open door. "Plenty of time for my things" said Mr. Hancock sitting down in Mr. Orly's chair with his tea, his flat compact slightly wrinkled and "Well my dear little Miriam I think there is a good deal to be said for life" said Miriam with a little pain in her forehead. said were worldly--generalisations, like the things one read in books people liked those things and thought them clever and smiled about them. Whatever happens, whatever things look like, life	./cache/56447.txt	./txt/56447.txt