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54121	Sykes, D. F. E.	Tom Pinder, Foundling: A Story of the Holmfirth Flood			.txt	text/plain	87469	6144	90	thinks th' poor lass 'ats dead an' gone wer' seeking Tom o' Fairbanks. Tom flushed hotly, and said nothing: but that night a village lad with heads said, if Tinker didn't know when he had a good man, the man knew "We don't see much of you now-a-days, Miss Dorothy," said Lucy, smiling "Isn't this th' spot at Tom Pinder works at?" asked Jack. "There's something I wanted to tell you, Miss Dorothy," said Tom, after "It is very good of him" said Tom and smiled as he thought of the day "I think it is," said Tom, stoutly, "a man can but do his best." "You must take it off my hands, Tom and Co.," said Redfearn. Sunday meetings at Co-op mill, and of Tom Pinder, who, folk said, spoke "Tom will never be _my_ lover, Dorothy," said Lucy, quietly. "It is," said Tom, but his eyes were on Dorothy's beaming face.	./cache/54121.txt	./txt/54121.txt