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481	Michelson, Miriam	In the Bishop's Carriage			.txt	text/plain	57245	5032	98	black-hearted thing like me into the girl he thought I was. He stiffened and sat up like a prim little school-boy, his soft eyes That'll do, Tom. Girls, if you could have seen Mrs. Dowager Diamonds' face when she came As I said, he's a prompt, gentle little bell-boy, slight, looks rather He thought, Tom Dorgan, a lot of things and a long way "Nothing--all right." I wanted to say good-by--but you know Tom. Mag, were you ever where you oughtn't to be at midnight--alone? the Nance Oldens, who don't know which way to turn to get the money! you've got to look fifty-one if you want to catch Nance Olden. Mag's freckled little face, her finger in her mouth, looked up like You'd better keep your eye on Nancy Olden, or first thing you know I don't know what I looked like then; I wasn't thinking of me.	./cache/481.txt	./txt/481.txt