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33309	Barclay, Florence L. (Florence Louisa)	Through the Postern Gate: A Romance in Seven Days			.txt	text/plain	41381	3370	90	It was always you I wanted," said the Boy. He lay back, in a deep wicker chair, under the old mulberry-tree. "Oh, you dear boy," said Christobel Charteris, a flood of sudden "'Little Boy Blue,' I said, 'may I help you to carry your stone?' And I knew my little Boy Blue had no dear mother of his own. You said just now: 'I knew my little Boy Blue had no mother. "Go on, Boy dear," said Christobel. "I went," said the Boy, "because the dear old thing in whose house it "Come here, Boy dear," she said, holding out her hand. "Oh, Boy," said Miss Charteris, laughing in spite of herself; "I wish "I shall blow it all right on the seventh day," the Boy had said; "and "I shall blow it all right on the seventh day," the Boy had said; "and	./cache/33309.txt	./txt/33309.txt