id	author	title	date	pages	extension	mime	words	sentences	flesch	summary	cache	txt
36336	Harte, Bret	Gabriel Conroy			.txt	text/plain	157056	11860	82	"Gabe, do you know what Mrs. Markle says of you?" said Olly, suddenly "You shouldn't begin to drink so early in the day, Michael," said Mr. Hamlin, quietly, without withdrawing his black eyes from the man's face. "I'd like to know what's the matter with you, Olly," said Gabriel, with "Olly," he said, taking her face in both hands, after his old fashion, "Ef you want to see me, Gabriel Conroy," said Mrs. Markle, stopping to "Thar's a good deal said lately in the papers," began Gabriel, "Olly," said Gabriel reproachfully, as he watched the little figure "What did she look like, Olly?" said Gabriel, with an affectation of "Thet's it, Olly," said Gabriel, "Mrs. Conroy's goin' to 'Frisco to see "Look here," he said, facing Mrs. Conroy in a hard, matter-of-fact way, "Is Gabriel Conroy, if I know the man," said Dumphy shortly, feeling said Arthur, taking Gabriel's hand.	./cache/36336.txt	./txt/36336.txt