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20795	Dickens, Charles	The Cricket on the Hearth			.txt	text/plain	33198	2328	88	"Good evening, John!" said the little man. "Dear, Caleb," said the Carrier. "'For Caleb Plummer,'" said the little man, spelling out the direction. "A little disparity, you know," said Tackleton with another nudge. "Good night, my dear friend!" said Tackleton compassionately. have said that Caleb lived here, and his poor Blind Daughter somewhere have said that Caleb lived here, and his poor Blind Daughter somewhere "Bertha!" said Tackleton, assuming, for the nonce, a little cordiality. into the cart, you know very little of John, if you think _that_ was "I am sorry for it, John," said Dot in a great bustle, "but I really "Oh, _do_ way, John!" said Mrs. Peerybingle. "However, he's a good-natured old gentleman," said John, "and pays as a John Peerybingle," said Tackleton, "I am sorry for this. "John Peerybingle," said Tackleton in his ear, "I hope there has been "Why, what the Devil's this, John Peerybingle?" said Tackleton.	./cache/20795.txt	./txt/20795.txt