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chapter-001		chapter-001			.txt	text/plain	2560	166	86	One child in a household of grown people is usually made very much of, and in a quiet way I was a good deal taken notice of by Mrs. Bretton, who had been left a widow, with one son, before I knew her; her husband, a physician, having died while she was yet a young and handsome woman. "Give it to Harriet, please," was then the direction, "and she can put it away." This said, it turned and fixed its eyes on Mrs. Bretton. Mrs. Bretton talked in little fond phrases as she chafed the child's hands, arms, and feet; first she was considered with a wistful gaze, but soon a smile answered her. She drew her hand from Mrs. Bretton's and made a movement to leave her lap; it was at first resisted, but she said"Please, I wish to go: I can sit on a stool." "I wish you, ma'am, good night," said she to Mrs. Bretton; but she passed me mute.	./cache/chapter-001.txt	./txt/chapter-001.txt