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3417	Smith, Francis Hopkinson	The Fortunes of Oliver Horn			.txt	text/plain	133469	7384	84	big hand on the dog's head, as it lay nestling close to Oliver's side. Oliver was sitting thus one night, his head in his hands, elbows on his "Fred, old man," he answered, his voice choking, "I haven't said a word Oliver in the hall, "the young gentleman that saved Miss Margaret's The old woman could also have told Oliver of Margaret's arrival at the Oliver thought so too, and said so with his eyes, only it was of a face "What did the old fellow do for a living, Margaret?" Oliver called, well, and the old man said she was, "Thank you," and Oliver surrendered Before her father could answer, Margaret had her hand on Oliver's the little witch's face as she stood for a moment and looked Oliver Long after Oliver had gone Miss Clendenning sat looking into the fire. "Charming, old man," said Oliver, turning to Watson.	./cache/3417.txt	./txt/3417.txt