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hardy-trumpet-1880	hardy	hardy-trumpet-1880	1880		.txt	text/plain	116459	5650	81	Bob kissed Anne, and there was no affectation in her receiving that mark of affection as she said through her tears, 'God bless you!' His eyes having lighted on the table-cloth, plates, and viands, he found himself in a position which had a sensible awkwardness for a modest man who always liked to enter only at seasonable times the presence of a girl of such pleasantly soft ways as Anne Garland, she who could make apples seem like peaches, and throw over her shillings the glamour of guineas when she paid him for flour.	cache/hardy-trumpet-1880.txt	txt/hardy-trumpet-1880.txt