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38861	Wingfield, Lewis	My Lords of Strogue, Vol. 1 (of 3) A Chronicle of Ireland, from the Convention to the Union			.txt	text/plain	74264	4410	81	times--a tired sigh like Lady Macbeth's, as though a weight were laid Lord Glandore followed the prevailing fashion, carried off Miss Wolfe 'False reasoning, my lord,' said doughty Curran. My lord looked cross, my lady black as thunder, so Wolfe, the Little Doreen looked on in unblinking wonder, till her father Lady Glandore, her thin lips curling, took Terence by the hand for all In spite of Mr. Wolfe, of Curran, of Lady Glandore (who took up 'I know Lord Clare offered me a place,' he said, with a side-glance of My lady looked at Lord Clare as if to bid him start a subject, then 'Lord Clare likes his joke,' chorused the giant Cassidy, 'but Curran My lady and Lord Clare looked at Arthur Wolfe in consternation. throwing a young man like Terence into too close contact with the 'Doreen,' my lady said, 'if your father knew of you what I know, it	./cache/38861.txt	./txt/38861.txt