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15989	Augusta, Clara	The Fatal Glove			.txt	text/plain	44645	3587	90	Margie looked very lovely this morning and it was of this the old man was "Margie dear," said Mr. Trevlyn, pausing in his work of buttering a his old friend, Mr. Harrison, Margie's dead father, had taken it into his "I hope to win your love, Margie; I trust I shall," he answered, sadly good-naturedly urged him forward, he took charge of Miss Lee. Linmere offered Margie his hand to lead her in, but she declined. The detective turned away satisfied; but Margie saw the girl's hand Three months after the death of Paul Linmere, Margie met Archer Trevlyn "Why, Margie!" she said, "a moment ago I thought you were a rose, and now "I want you to send for Archer Trevlyn," he said with great difficulty. "Come here, Margie, and kiss me," said the old man, tenderly. "You do not think the time will ever come when you will cease to love Mr. Arthur Trevlyn?"	./cache/15989.txt	./txt/15989.txt