id	author	title	date	pages	extension	mime	words	sentences	flesch	summary	cache	txt
16074	Farnol, Jeffery	The Definite Object: A Romance of New York			.txt	text/plain	107008	9860	95	"Say," exclaimed Spike in a hoarse whisper and edging nearer to Mr. Ravenslee, "who's His Whiskers--de swell guy with d' face trimmings?" "Sir," said Mr. Brimberly, turning his whiskers full upon Spike, who needs as yours; you won't turn me away, will you?" Saying which, Mr. Ravenslee smiled his slow, sleepy smile and--wonder of wonders--Mrs. Trapes smiled too! Saying which, Mrs. Trapes, sighing again, took up her tray; Mr. Ravenslee, having opened the door for her, closed it again, lighted his "Ah, I guessed as much," said Ravenslee, nodding; "he went away with "Yes, I see--I know!" said Ravenslee, clenching his hands and frowning "Land sakes!" said Mrs. Trapes, drawing a deep breath, "you sure do know "Good night, dear Princess Nobody!" he said, and watched her turn away, "Guv," said the old man, gripping Ravenslee's hand, "God bless ye for a "My dear," said Mrs. Trapes, laying gentle hand on Hermione's blooming	./cache/16074.txt	./txt/16074.txt