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21259	Briggs, Olive M. (Olive Mary)	The Black Cross			.txt	text/plain	63456	5975	97	Velasco stirred suddenly and his dark head turned from the fire light, Velasco rubbed his eyes with his hand and stared about him, strangely, The voice of the Chief, as he turned to Velasco, was like the passing When I feel your hand--Kaya, your hair is like "Don't be angry," said Velasco, "I talk to my violin sometimes like "Of course," said Velasco, "After my concerts I am always like that. "Your hair is like down," said Velasco, "a soft, golden fluff. "I hear you," said Velasco, "You needn't bellow in my ear like a bull! "How strange your eyes are," said Velasco, "like two pools in the Velasco bowed with his hand on his heart: "It is mine," he said in a "Feel my hands," said Kaya, "Is that fever?" Then she shut her eyes. "No," said the Kapellmeister, "You can't lie with eyes like that."	./cache/21259.txt	./txt/21259.txt