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36551	Kummer, Frederic Arnold	The Brute			.txt	text/plain	62685	5422	91	Every evening, almost, Donald Rogers and his wife Edith sat in a plain I know--very well." It was clear, from the tone of Mrs. Rogers' voice, that she felt little sympathy for this part of her After eight years of married life, Edith Rogers, busy with her child, glanced at Donald as he said this, and then at Edith, and she felt away, Edith," he said, and his voice seemed to come to her from a long "I'm sorry, mother," said Edith, as she helped in the removal of Mrs. Pope's coat. "I know all about it, mother," interrupted Donald, with a look of "Yes?" replied Donald, looking in surprise at Edith. "I think, Mr. Brennan," said Donald, turning to the lawyer, "that you "Not yet, Mrs. Rogers," he said, then looked curiously at Donald, as he "Donald--what are you going to do?" Edith looked at his set face, and a	./cache/36551.txt	./txt/36551.txt