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nyp.33433074873369	Lauriston Victor .	The twenty-first burr by Victor Lauriston	1922		.txt	text/plain	59417	7253	94	"Is this Laura Winright?" He gripped her hand. Laura's manner rebuked the dark-faced young man's Laura came up softly behind the old man's chair. "I know." Yet Laura Winright's tone was stubborn. When you came home that night, Miss Winright"he turned to Laura—"were these windows "Dead." Nick Ross glanced at Laura Winright. "Your letters, Miss Winright," said Burnville. "You'll never find that man," protested Laura Winright, almost fretfully. keen, looked down as Laura Winright came in. So George Annisford, yielding at last to Laura Winright's arguments, decided he would go up-lake alone, Glory gazed at Laura Winright while the detective's Yet Laura Winright sat a moment, thinking of Nick Ross as Annisford Glory a moment later found Laura Winright still engrossed in the Glory had thought she sensed how Laura Winright and done, Miss Winright"-he turned to Laura--"though and done, Miss Winright"-he turned to Laura--"though	./cache/nyp.33433074873369.pdf	./txt/nyp.33433074873369.txt