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40735	Gilson, Roy Rolfe	Miss Primrose: A Novel			.txt	text/plain	52972	4037	90	"I think there is no doubt, Mr. Butters," said Letitia, "that he was Letitia said, "Thank you, Bertram," and handed me a Robin gone, I saw but little of Letitia, I was so busy, I suppose, with "Why should you know one?" replied Letitia, pinching Dove's rueful face. "Oh," I said, "I never thought of that; besides, Letitia never had time "I suppose it really isn't Lincoln green, you know," Letitia said, when Letitia told Dove there was a wondrous dignity in the little man as he "Oh, I forget what comes next," she said, "but Letitia told me all about "No," she said; "when I listen to Letitia, I feel like a--" was a Grassy Fordshire boy and Letitia's pupil, as I have said, till he "Letitia," I said, firmly, "come; we must go." I put my hand upon the "Yes," said Letitia, "did you know him, too?"	./cache/40735.txt	./txt/40735.txt