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hvd.hn8x6p	Rideout Henry Milner	The twisted foot by Henry Milner Rideout; with illustrations by G.C. Widney	1910		.txt	text/plain	40398	3580	90	But David saw only the girl's face, half "A white man's dog!" cried David in jubilation. The voice was pleasant, though void of inflection, like that of a man grown used to thinking aloud. "Wait a bit!" The man in white stood looking Something in both voice and look gave suddenly to David an unaccountable sense of danger man whose arm David had seen rising out of the David stepped forward briskly, his feet echoing on the cool, wet stones of the veranda floor. For a moment David stood like an ox. David's man pointed after with his long, veranda, David came upon a little group under laborers stood so near that David could distinguish their flattened profiles against the torchlight in the thin white steam of mountain exhalations, and could plainly tell one man from another as they toiled and shifted. "Good-morning!" The girl, answering David's salute, looked up with a pale, sad, yet	./cache/hvd.hn8x6p.pdf	./txt/hvd.hn8x6p.txt