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15432	De la Mare, Walter	Henry Brocken His Travels and Adventures in the Rich, Strange, Scarce-Imaginable Regions of Romance			.txt	text/plain	35540	2463	88	voice, meeting his eye, touching his hand and cheek, loving him, sheer delight: Rosinante, with her mild face beneath its dark forelock Her thoughts followed my every word, passing upon her face like his garden wall," Jane said, turning sharply on me. wind or water, no sound of voices or footsteps; only far away the Rosinante awaited me at the little green gate, eyeing forlornly the "And now, Sir Traveller," said she of the sparkling eyes, named between the narrow leaves, perceived the cold, bright face of a little eyes fixed strangely on my coming with an intense, I had almost said dark eyes searching my face in the black shadow of night, he answered hare-like face, and the rage in his little active eyes. "Some I know," she answered with a little frown, and looked far out to "It's amaranth," she said; and I have never seen so old a little look	./cache/15432.txt	./txt/15432.txt