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32710	Peirce, Earl	Doom of the House of Duryea			.txt	text/plain	5817	450	88	Arthur Duryea, a young, handsome man, came to meet his father for the Arthur Duryea cleared his throat, but still his voice was clogged and "I'm looking for my father, Doctor Henry Duryea. Arthur Duryea felt the kindliness of those eyes go through him, and then Henry Duryea placed a hand on his son's shoulder. "Oh, God, Father!" Arthur went to his knees as a cry burst through his "I'm sorry," he said, and his eyes looked straight over Arthur's lowered Arthur Duryea passed a hand across his aching eyes. "Listen, Arthur," the elder Duryea went on quickly, his voice low with "A storm," Henry Duryea said, rising to his feet. Arthur read on about the trial of Autiel Duryea before Veniti, the "You--you're not shaving, Arthur." Duryea's words, spliced hesitantly, Henry Duryea walked to the foot of the stairs and stood looking up. Arthur Duryea had undoubtedly met death at his own hands.	./cache/32710.txt	./txt/32710.txt