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uiug.30112045841613	Fletcher J. S.	Morrison's machine / by J.S. Fletcher	1900		.txt	text/plain	55177	4284	87	Morrison's brain as he sat in the dimlylighted counting-house of the workshop, waiting a summons from the inner room, where his 'That machine, Mr Wridsdale,' he said 'Good-night, Mr Wridsdale,' said the inventor. reason to-night, Lucy,' said Morrison. Wridsdale that a man like Richard Morrison 'You're not all right,' said Wridsdale, looking at him narrowly. he knew that George had said good-night to Most of George's fellowclerks at Wridsdale's Machine Works rose at 'I know,' said George; 'I went home with made for the proper care of Morrison, Wridsdale gave no thought to the affair of the Look here, Lucy, Wridsdale says that Richard's statement that he 'Good morning, Miss Morrison,' said Wridsdale. Morrison's letter, Mr Wridsdale,' he said, ' my With that conclusion Cleaver put the Wridsdale and Morrison case out of his mind for the Stumpy had said in effect, and Wridsdale knew Wridsdale, after another look at Morrison,	./cache/uiug.30112045841613.pdf	./txt/uiug.30112045841613.txt