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4347	Yonge, Charlotte M. (Charlotte Mary)	My Young Alcides: A Faded Photograph			.txt	text/plain	101926	4582	79	"Here is Eustace," he said, "and little Dora," putting the child Eustace gave his odd little giggle, and said, "There, Dora!" "No," said Eustace, "the old folk never would talk of home--my father "Never mind now, Eustace," said Harold, briefly. "Harold would do anything kind," I said, "or to see an old friend of cousins came home--Eustace delighted; Harold, half-stifled by London, Eustace went off to the fair to look at horses, Harold impressing on think, when he wanted to come within Harold's grasp, he hardly knew your presence and care of poor little Dora, to help to set Eustace in Harold came home for a little while just as we were having breakfast, Viola, Dermot, and I singing, Harold looking on, and Eustace being left "Thank you," said Harold, "but I am walking home with Miss Alison--" why Harold and Eustace had never met her "poor little Henry" in	./cache/4347.txt	./txt/4347.txt