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30442	Daudet, Alphonse	Letters from My Windmill			.txt	text/plain	48572	3551	89	and crying all the time like a man possessed. "We all had tears in our eyes as we saw the old man scampering from head down, horns ready, like the brave little kid goat of Monsieur lively as a peal of bells on Easter Day. But there was no little farm silk skirt and lace bodice; it looked more like she had just come from into the little stone lodges, open all round like old tombs. --Yes, monsieur, this was the unfortunate old man that came to raise good looking Brigadier with fine whiskers, a fresh-faced man from In the quiet, and half-light of the small room, there was an old man You should have seen the poor old soul come with open-arms to hug looking at the old folks' two little beds, laying side by side.... This time, I am going to take you away to spend a day a very long way	./cache/30442.txt	./txt/30442.txt