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12419	Harte, Bret	Frontier Stories			.txt	text/plain	139697	9541	84	your man," said Lance, gayly, extending his hand. "He's dead," said the old man softly, holding Lance's hand, but "It's a little ring," she said; "looks like an engagement ring. it, said briskly, "T' other shop, next door, young man," and turned to "All right," said the young man, with a scarcely concealed movement of "If it was the old man coming back and listening," he said, after a "You know not what you say, father," said the young girl, angrily, "That was one of the Old Man's ideas, I reckon," said the Left Bower, said, turning to the Old Man. "What is it, father?" said Rosey's voice from the little state-room on "What, father?" said Rosey, lifting her abstracted eyes to his face. "You came in so like a ghost, father," said Rosey with a slight "But what does it all mean, father?" said Rosey, taking the old man by	./cache/12419.txt	./txt/12419.txt