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2049	Hazlitt, William	Liber Amoris, Or, The New Pygmalion			.txt	text/plain	31093	2210	90	and I shall think of nothing but thy charms, till the last word trembles all this time, and that you come up here, and stay as long as I like, H. Or had it been your old friend, what do you think he would have said applying them to thee, my love, and thinking whether I shall ever see know I think I should like this? you know I like to think of her best in her morning-gown and mob-cap--it doubt it, looking in her face, and hearing her words, like sighs things for which I loved her--shall I live to hate her for it? The thing was, I could not think it possible she would ever like ME. I said to her, "You look like a daughter, and the sweet days we had passed together, and said I thought at last turned up King Street, thinking it most likely she would return	./cache/2049.txt	./txt/2049.txt