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34537	Fenn, George Manville	Cursed by a Fortune			.txt	text/plain	108012	8311	95	"Poor, dear old brother!" said Jenny, softly, as with her eyes "But I think he means well, my dear," said Mrs Wilton, plaintively. "Yes, my dear, do then," said Mrs Wilton, smiling at her son fondly. "Yes, I'm sure he did, my dear," said Mrs Wilton. "A very fine-looking man, my dear, and so handsome," said Mrs Wilton. "Yes, my dear, of course," said Mrs Wilton; and very little more was "Don't hold my hand like that, Claud; I must really go now," said Kate, "Do you hear this, Kate, my dear?" said Garstang, with a meaning smile. "Yes, my child," said Garstang, taking one of Kate's hands, and raising "Good-night, Kate, my love," said Mrs Wilton, with her ear against the "Yes, yes, dear; I know," said Kate, raising her face to kiss the woman "Look here, Claud, boy, I want to believe in you," said Wilton, who was	./cache/34537.txt	./txt/34537.txt