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31858	Atherton, Gertrude Franklin Horn	Ancestors: A Novel			.txt	text/plain	203452	11768	80	"Are they _all_ old masters?" asked Miss Isabel Otis, politely, her eyes wall-paper and chintz can save an old house from looking like a "I am sure there is no one I shall like half so well," said Isabel, "She looked at me like that last night," said Gwynne, complainingly. "Never mind," said Isabel, as Gwynne mopped his brow for the third time suddenly lame, for by this time Gwynne, forgetting Isabel and his good "Men like your sort much better," said Isabel, dryly. "How do you like your new work?" asked Isabel, hastily, not knowing what outside life as much as the Londoner," said Isabel to Gwynne, as they Isabel had firmly piloted her up the steps and into the house, and Mrs. Hofer sat on the edge of a chair like a bird on a bough, her merry "You can look at what you like," said Isabel, indifferently.	./cache/31858.txt	./txt/31858.txt