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oliphant-whiteladies-1875	oliphant	oliphant-whiteladies-1875	1875		.txt	text/plain	188252	8779	80	Austine! cried poor Miss Susan, shrinking, dropping to the floor at the feet of the immaculate creature who was to her as a saint. Wherever are you going to, miss? said cook, who was as old as her mistress, and had never changed her style of addressing her since the days when she was young Miss Susan and played at house-keeping.	cache/oliphant-whiteladies-1875.txt	txt/oliphant-whiteladies-1875.txt