id	author	title	date	pages	extension	mime	words	sentences	flesch	summary	cache	txt
28489	Locke, William John	The Belovéd Vagabond			.txt	text/plain	86588	7111	86	"My little Asticot," said he, "would you like to forsake your gentle "My son," said Paragot one morning, in the middle of a French "A man's head, master," said I; "I can't describe it, but I think I "My little Asticot," said he, "you had better go down and help Mrs. Housekeeper to wash up the dirty plates and dishes, for your soul's "My son," said Paragot, when I showed him a sketch of Mrs. Housekeeper "I thought, my little Asticot," said he, bending his blue eyes on me, "I "My good friend," said my master, rising and thrusting his hands in his "You look like 'Paragot,' Master," said I, and, in an inexplicable way, "Ah, Monsieur," said Blanquette, during a pause, "you play like a great A dog's life, said Paragot. "Anyway, my little Blanquette," said Paragot, "you are glad to be with woman!" said Paragot.	./cache/28489.txt	./txt/28489.txt