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yonge-heartsease-1854	yonge	yonge-heartsease-1854	1854		.txt	text/plain	239294	12010	81	Grieved to be Mrs. Arthur Martindale?' 'O Violet dared not look up at her, and thought, with mysterious awe, of the caution not to shrink if she were kissed, but it was not needed, Lady Martindale only said, 'My aunt, Mrs. Arthur Martindale,' and Mrs. Nesbit, half rising, just took her hand into her long skinny fingers, which felt cold, damp, and uncertain, like the touch of a lizard.	cache/yonge-heartsease-1854.txt	txt/yonge-heartsease-1854.txt