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34948	Day, Holman	King Spruce, A Novel			.txt	text/plain	116518	8349	90	"I'm quite sure you know, Mr. Britt," said the young man, bowing to man I want for a husband; and when John Barrett's only daughter tells out of jail, you know." He looked at Wade and then at the old man woods that sounded in John Barrett's voice when he had sneered at Wade's "You take your hand off my arm, Mr. Britt," said the young man. "I ain't much of a man to talk my business over with any one, Mr. Britt," he said. But the young man lingered doggedly, his eyes on the face of the girl. And when I know a thing like that about a man, Mr. Wade, he "Mr. Barrett," said Wade, at length, "the girl is at Lane's. didn't know it!" He flapped entreating hands at Wade, and that young man To Dwight Wade, looking into the eyes of John Barrett	./cache/34948.txt	./txt/34948.txt