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39122	nan	Memoirs of a Midget			.txt	text/plain	153831	11220	88	Mrs Bowater looked a little formal with stiff white "frilling" round her Spoon in hand, I paused, looking now at Mrs Bowater and now at the Mrs Bowater's eyes were like lead in her long, dark-skinned face. Mrs Bowater's little house being towards the crest of the hill, with Meanwhile I had heard a little more about the "Fanny" whom Mrs Bowater "Mrs Bowater thought you would like to see some _really_ beautiful At this Mrs Bowater turned her bony face on me, her hands on her knees, good-night, "you never see such a lovely little bedroom as Mrs Bowater "But, Mrs Bowater," I cried in snake-like accents, "you _said_ you were "Well, Mrs Monnerie," I replied a little nervously, for all eyes were voice, when she moves her hand, turns her head, looks back--oh, I know! "DEAR FANNY,--He came again to-day and looks like a corpse. Mrs Bowater considered this reply for some little time.	./cache/39122.txt	./txt/39122.txt