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11159	Various	The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 62, December, 1862 A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics			.txt	text/plain	85481	4334	76	white Birches bare and snow-like, and a Maple half-way up a sheltered lawyers and my personal friends, men in whose judgment I placed great mountain-base; light as air they came and went and faded away, ghostly, of it are pretty and will be famous in good time; but we saw little. way, so fresh, and withal so good and pure, I came to thinking the day Frank sprang to his feet like a shot man; I cried; Josephine stood Alice, with her little white face of perfect beauty, lay upon that bed. "'You look a little like yourself again; I'm so glad to see it!' Mary knew, before it came, why Doctor Percival's little white office held I went a little way, then stopped to look and listen: no a great longing came up to go out and find this woman-soul who had drawn few days looked like old roads.	./cache/11159.txt	./txt/11159.txt