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37178	Ouida	Cecil Castlemaine's Gage, Lady Marabout's Troubles, and Other Stories			.txt	text/plain	125527	6313	80	"Was it the long-looked-for messenger with definite news from St. Germain?" wondered Lady Cecil, as her hound gave out a deep-tongued bay well off out of hand; young ladies being goods extremely likely to hang said Lady Marabout, a little bit impatiently; she hadn't been brought up "When will Goodwood propose?" wondered Lady Marabout, fifty times a day, bought the other day," said Lady Marabout one morning, returning from a dislike----" said Lady Marabout, giving a frigid little bend of her head Lady Marabout, like a good many other people, being content to sink "My love, don't talk nonsense!" said Lady Marabout, hastily, at which Lady Marabout turned white as her point-lace cap, gave a little gasp of "She _is_ good style, thank Heaven!" thought Lady Marabout, as she went her charge's coming career, Lady Marabout sighed, and gave a little "You like Little Fay, don't you, Keane?" said the General, as they went	./cache/37178.txt	./txt/37178.txt