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29726	Isham, Frederic Stewart	The Strollers			.txt	text/plain	113950	8225	81	moisture yet sparkled like dew--turned to the old man: like caressing hands of light, until her figure, passing into a solid "Shall I put up your horse?" said a small voice, and the soldier "How did you like the play, Mr. Saint-Prosper?" said Barnes, as he "Good-night, every one!" said a sweet voice, as Constance passed "One good turn deserves another," said Barnes to Saint-Prosper, when Saint-Prosper returned the manager's glance in kind; Barnes' candor "Ah, Kate," she said, a moment later, "what a fine-looking young man going, and, on my word"--raising his hands to his head--"I feel like door!" said a little man who seemed a person of authority. "Yes," he said, meaningly, his eyes challenging Saint-Prosper's. Saint-Prosper hesitated a moment and the land baron's face fell. "It is an old man who died last night," said a nun in a low voice to	./cache/29726.txt	./txt/29726.txt