id	author	title	date	pages	extension	mime	words	sentences	flesch	summary	cache	txt
27607	Richards, Laura Elizabeth Howe	Rosin the Beau			.txt	text/plain	31058	2007	93	a child, to the village where my father, Jacques De Arthenay, lived; he I have seen no other eyes like my mother Marie's. kitchen was a sunny room, full of bright things; Mother Marie kept long ago; this is the way I mostly see my father and mother, Jacques and (I said it as one word, Melody; it makes a pretty name, "Mère-Marie," he is dry up,--like zis way!" and Mother Marie drew her pretty face all scholar's life, like that of Father L'Homme-Dieu before his sorrow came Father L'Homme-Dieu looked on in delight; it was a good moment. passed, and my father looked and saw us, and came forward with a thought Yvon would look down on our village people, or hold himself heads, and look him in the eye as if they said, "Come on, and show me de Ste. Valerie came running, her hand in her brother's, a little	./cache/27607.txt	./txt/27607.txt