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17765	Parrish, Randall	Gordon Craig, Soldier of Fortune			.txt	text/plain	72782	5929	89	My face was bronzed by the sun, my muscles like iron, my eyes clear, look to me like the right man for what we want done; you are young, "That the proposition looks good, only I should like to know a little The entry way was in darkness, and the man went to the side door The door opened and closed, leaving me outside in the house shadow. think you--you mean well; your words sound honest, and your--your face She looked at me, her eyes wide open, shining like stars, her face round-faced, rather genial-looking young fellow, stood, leaning The round-faced cashier bent forward to look, his eyes widening with Our hands met, clasped closely lying across the desk, our eyes glowing Our eyes lingered an instant on each other's faces; then I turned away, The black eyes searched my face, and I noted his right hand touch the	./cache/17765.txt	./txt/17765.txt