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4623	Arthur, T. S. (Timothy Shay)	The Son of My Friend			.txt	text/plain	5686	414	89	Albert Martindale left his home, as did thousands of other young the thought of Albert Martindale and his mother haunted me The light in my friend's eyes, as we clasped hands and looked into Martindale, the son of my friend. when Mrs. Martindale came down from the dressing-room, with her "Albert!" I called; and the young man came forward. The flush of excited feeling went out of Mrs. Martindale's face. young men in the supper-room, from whence came to my ears a What if Albert Martindale were our son?" "No doubt," I said, "he went home with a friend, and we Mrs. Martindale came back into her chamber with a whiter face and "I looked after him," said Gordon, "as he left me, and saw him I went home soon after dark, leaving Mrs. Martindale with other the parlor, she said that Mrs. Martindale did not feel very well,	./cache/4623.txt	./txt/4623.txt