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30862	Various	The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 15, No. 91, May, 1865 A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics			.txt	text/plain	84227	4362	75	in my hand,--I remember its strange ways, the curious look it gave me, umbrella up, her sharp little face turned anxiously to the far sea-line. little cramped figure, and this old face, turned forever watching to the "Thee did not know my little boy,"--the old woman stood up, drawing drew a long breath when Mary touched her, telling her to come home with "My best friend be there," said the old Doctor. whether Mary did not come nearer the man's head than his heart. The two men stood silent,--Doctor Bowdler with his head bent and eyes "There is no help coming from shore,"--(the old man's voice was "Thee little brother's safe, Bowlegs," said the old woman, in a feeble, A fat little hand slapped the said shoulder, and "Hillo, Bowlegs!" came The old woman was silent a long time. However, then, the little questions of difference in every-day life are	./cache/30862.txt	./txt/30862.txt