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5963	McCutcheon, George Barr	Mr. Bingle			.txt	text/plain	89436	6668	88	"Tom Bingle, you are the best man living to-day," he said, a strange I told them that I was sick and--and--" He choked up suddenly as Mrs. Bingle began to pat his lean old knuckles with her soft, warm hand. "Yes," said Mr. Bingle painfully; "when the time comes I'll lay you pleasantly and had said something that sounded like "good morning, Mr. Bingle," although it certainly couldn't have been that. "Glad to meet you, sir," said Mr. Sigsbee, giving Mr. Bingle's hand a "Well, my dear sir," said Sigsbee, laying his hand upon Bingle's knee high, sir," advised Melissa, spilling a little of Mrs. Bingle's tea on Flanders was shaking hands with the small boys, Mrs. Bingle looking on "She didn't look like a servant, Mr. Rouquin," said Mrs. Bingle, this time," said Mrs. Bingle. "Good day, Rouquin," said Mr. Bingle, and went out of the bank.	./cache/5963.txt	./txt/5963.txt