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34015	Page, Thomas Nelson	The Coast of Bohemia			.txt	text/plain	13665	1601	101	The fair and flower-like lost loves of our Youth, Thou boastest of thine age--thy works--thyself: The Earth, thy mother, from whose breast thou draw'st, "Thine eyes have seen; but thou shalt not stand Love would find and pierce thy heart. Ev'y blessed day dat de Lord do sen'! Dat time, bec'us', you know, Ter come 'way off dat lan'-Dat night I come on down, "Dat 's what ole Marster said; "An' dat 't was for ole Marster, An' de Marster buried dat nigger, suh, I mean, Ise knowed de _family_ dat long; Marse Phil wuz born in harves', an' I dat Christmas come; Ole Marster said, "Dat boy 's a fool 'bout Sam." Ole Mistis jes' said, "Dear, Phil wants him, an', you know--" An' do I know, young Marster, de war hit sot us free? Dat gent'man knowed 'bout niggers, I knows dat thing, I does.	./cache/34015.txt	./txt/34015.txt