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39018	Oppenheim, E. Phillips (Edward Phillips)	Mr. Marx's Secret			.txt	text/plain	79214	6075	89	that dull look of hopeless agony in his face as he turned away and left on his land and addressing his wife, started in pursuit, followed by Mrs. Morton and her little boy, who arrived at the slate-pits in time to "Philip, I have heard to-day that Mr. Ravenor is expected home," she said "I think Mr. Morton had better return with me, sir," he said to Mr. Marx. I stood at the front of the box, looking round, until Mr. Marx, smiling, pushed a chair up to me and bade me sit down. My mother had turned a little away from me and stood with face upturned "I don't know what you were going to do, Mr. Marx," I said, looking at face, and laid his hand upon her shoulder, looking first at my little "Good-night, Philip Morton," she said, looking up at me with a grave	./cache/39018.txt	./txt/39018.txt