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16125	West, Rebecca	The Judge			.txt	text/plain	196382	11342	85	doited old thing, and I like my work, but coming here in the morning and discover a woman excited about an intellectual thing was like coming on receptive face like a child who had been having a lovely time at a "I like a man to travel," she went on, tossing her head and looking sat by her fire like a nasty wee black imp and said that awful thing. "Well, I was thinking so," said Ellen, "but I didn't like to say." Ellen was longing to hear what Richard was like when he was a boy, but little like a mother she was looking. she turned away, and Richard said, "Look here, you don't know us," so because she liked to look well in Richard's eyes; that this had served He said, and Ellen could see that he liked He looked, Ellen thought, very like Marion as he stood there, his eyes	./cache/16125.txt	./txt/16125.txt