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32988	Wilson, Harry Leon	Ewing's Lady			.txt	text/plain	90161	6613	90	an eye of long-suffering negation on Ewing, he went out to the horses. Ben Crider, after a long, fervent look at Ewing's back, caught his "They're only little things I've seen," murmured Ewing. "May I look?" asked Ewing, his eyes running about the room to the many friendly, you know, and we're sure it's time to eat." He looked at Ewing They turned toward Ninth Street, and Ewing told of his hour at Mrs. Lowndes', scarce conscious of Teevan's questioning, for the little man Nor did he speak often of Mrs. Laithe to Teevan, for the little man was road, but that Teevan knew it--that the little man must long have known eyes rested on Ewing a moment, then, with a difficult smile, she turned new look in Ewing's eyes, knowing as she did its secret spring. Ewing shot another look at Teevan, and then said, almost as if to	./cache/32988.txt	./txt/32988.txt