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27400	Du Maurier, George	The Martian: A Novel			.txt	text/plain	133235	8731	86	My life is so full of Barty Josselin that I can hardly be said to A few years ago Barty met the son of the man who killed Lord in Paris or London, enter Barty Josselin, idle school-boy, or dandy read and know Barty Josselin, nor merely to see and hear and love "'Sais pas,'" said Josselin; "don't like killing things, I little daughter--Barty's sister, as he called her--"m'amour"--and Barty got up and made Dumollard a polite little bow, and walked out life and Barty's that I should like to go through our joint lives things under his own eye; and Barty would fill Bonzig's French sea Barty, and took the guitar, and sang a little French Tyrolienne Except Barty, I never loved a man better; two years after his "My dear little Barty,--Your nice long letter made me very beautiful little Bartys, and Leah's hands were full.	./cache/27400.txt	./txt/27400.txt