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13457	Begbie, Harold	The Bed-Book of Happiness Being a colligation or assemblage of cheerful writings brought together from many quarters into this one compass for the diversion, distraction, and delight of those who lie abed,—a friend to the invalid, a companion to the sleepless, an excuse to the tired			.txt	text/plain	116786	7197	82	lady, let me light my pipe in your eyes!" It is said the duchess was so "No, my good man," said Alvanley; "I give it you, not for taking me, but not clean, and is wretchedly got up; their black turns rusty, like old fishes talk like whales." No man surely ever had so little talent for The thought of your little girl puts me in mind of a thing I heard Mr. Lamb say. The good old Queen, who is like Lady Primrose in the in his eyes, this young man said, "Oh, if I could only see him laugh first time I ever heard of a man's having to know anything in order to One night, coming into my room after a long day spent at the same, and little turns and looks and jerks so like the thing I remember old man than even in the days of his youth.	./cache/13457.txt	./txt/13457.txt