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7593	Lytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron	The Caxtons: A Family Picture — Volume 08			.txt	text/plain	10687	637	81	to examine its face, said, "What do you want, my pretty child?" The child looked hard at me, and the big tears rolled from those large, love; for in thus missing the mind, the heart, the affection that sprang greater respect he said, "You have been drinking, young man,--can you bullet on a penknife; I know the secret tierce of Coulon, the fencingmaster; I can speak two languages (besides English) like a native, even Pisistratus.--"You speak two languages, you say, like a native,--French, "In that case," said Trevanion, concluding the matter and buttoning his Pisistratus (much pleased, and taking the stranger's arm).--"Come, you may know my name now," said he smiling, "it is Vivian,--Francis Trevanion threw quite enough work into Vivian's hands, and at a world, I want room for my mind, man! "Nay!" said I, affecting to laugh, as I saw Miss Trevanion waited for my "Good-night, then," said Vivian, and we parted.	./cache/7593.txt	./txt/7593.txt