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594	nan	Twilight Stories			.txt	text/plain	37963	2617	92	"Poor old soul!" ejaculated the little woman, her soft white curls in beautiful little old lady than Martha Moulton was that day. "Good morning, Mother," said Major Pitcairn, raising his hat. while, within the house, the beautiful little old woman, in her For the first time that day, the little woman's love of country seemed Two days after this interview, the young soldier came to the White House "Yes; in many ways you are, my son," said Mrs. Boyd, who had had a day "Your Latin and Greek may come in some day, my boy," said Mrs. Boyd "All right; good-night, mother," said Donald, and in five minutes more "Bah!" said the old soldier, with something more like a groan than was "Viny," said Caryl, in her little room, an hour after, when everything down into the sorry little black face--"Yes, Viny," she said with the	./cache/594.txt	./txt/594.txt