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33916	Heyse, Paul	The Dead Lake, and Other Tales			.txt	text/plain	91863	5065	84	I soon perceived that the old doctor had not looked grave without small white hand of the young mother who was softly stroking the little the house, and every time he passed the window of the sick-room, Towards evening the doctor brought home from his walk different kinds "Fanny," he said, and took the child's curly head between his hands, The child looked up surprised; "Mamma said that after the good God, I who is as yet too young to understand life and death; but some day or A letter from our dear old doctor, my best friend. "Till death," he said, and pressed my hand, greatly agitated. threshold, gave me that long and loving look, and bowed laying her hand young man; "You can look over the music which I received to-day from Old Fabio seized my hands, and looked anxiously into my face.	./cache/33916.txt	./txt/33916.txt