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nyp.33433074968037	Doyle Arthur Conan Sir	The doings of Raffles Haw and other stories By A. Conan Doyle	1919		.txt	text/plain	43972	3279	90	"What beautifully delicate brass-work!" cried Robert, looking up, with admiring eyes, at the bright and "Shall it be coffee, or Rhine wine, or Tokay, or perhaps something stronger?" asked Raffles Haw, stretching out his hand to what looked like a piano-board "Not to-day," said Robert, passing his hand over his Robert," said the father, "you won't forget to tell him old man, and Robert stole quietly away to his room, "It is a little box of a place, this, Mr. Haw," said old "Shall we go upstairs," said Robert, hurriedly, anxious to divert his guest's attention from this little domestic incident. "I think he is most delightful, Robert," said Laura. Then for the first time it flashed into Robert McIntyre's head that his father's chance words were correct, "Mr. Raffles Haw is the best judge," said Robert, "Good-morning, Mr. McIntyre," said he ; "Robert, "By the way, Robert," said Raffles Haw, suddenly, as	./cache/nyp.33433074968037.pdf	./txt/nyp.33433074968037.txt