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14957	Fisher, Dorothy Canfield	The Brimming Cup			.txt	text/plain	135152	10001	90	The girl's answering laugh, like the inward look of her eyes, showed Marise stood for a long time looking after the children. There was no doubt about how Vincent looked, as though he thought Mr. Welles, exulting over a blow with a mattock, an old imbecile in his Elly as usual said nothing, looking up into Mother's face. "Would you like to go quite close and look at it, children?" Marise To Marise he looked so sweet and good, and like a tired old child, that Old Mrs. Powers said at his elbow, "The first sets are forming, Mr. Marsh." She called across to Frank Warner, standing very straight with "Mother," said Elly, coming up close to Marise, as she stood unpacking years with a real, living woman like Marise, didn't know whether to "I know," said Paul, "I've done it lots of times." He went on, "Mother,	./cache/14957.txt	./txt/14957.txt