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bulwer-what-1858	bulwer	bulwer-what-1858	1858		.txt	text/plain	335243	15988	77	My dear Dick, Said Darrell, starting up, give me your hand. It was an euthanasia for the old knightly race to die into a House that was an institution in the empire, and revive phoenix-like in a line of peers, who might perpetuate the name of the heiress whose quarterings they would annex to their own, and sign themselves Darrell Montfort. Said Darrell inly, On the whole, such a marriage would have pleased my poor father.	cache/bulwer-what-1858.txt	txt/bulwer-what-1858.txt