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25969	Brooks, Charles S. (Charles Stephen)	Chimney-Pot Papers			.txt	text/plain	41781	2679	86	My windows look across the roofs of the crowded city and my thoughts Like the old woman of the story they still keep a light is laid in the woods, but as night comes on, Cordelia's old nurse Nor is it, I fancy, a profitable day for a street-organ man, humor endures and likes the storm--and that when the swift dark clouds street-organ stopped beneath the window and played a merry tune--or more familiar hour you may sit alongside a window high above the town. like it in books--but I choose to sit meantime with my feet on a city The last time I sat there an old fellow told me about himself, his In a dark room in an upper story of the house there was a great box shop I saw the cobbler on his bench, an old and wrinkled man like a outside, at last the great day of all the year had come.	./cache/25969.txt	./txt/25969.txt