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19874	Bain, F. W. (Francis William)	Bubbles of the Foam			.txt	text/plain	29314	1616	85	coming straight towards thee, walking, thou wilt laugh no longer: for little feet as they come towards thee, till thou wilt find thyself And Aranyání said: Babhru, thou art so simple, and thy soul is like And she said: Babhru, thou art utterly intolerable, And Babhru said without a smile: Aranyání, thou art laughing at a thing said suddenly and abruptly: Aranyání, thou art deceiving me. Babhru, thou art ill, and thy unfortunate affection not only makes thee and like the little rogue thou art, hast kept me waiting, as I think, on And Atirupa laughed, and he said: Fear nothing, O thou with the eyes of with me, O thou delicious little slave, leaving the wood behind thee, to let thee go, either thou must come away with me, or stay here by dost thou think it easy for me to go away, leaving thee behind?	./cache/19874.txt	./txt/19874.txt