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9858	Hurst, Fannie	Star-Dust: A Story of an American Girl			.txt	text/plain	121167	10591	91	There was a game Lilly used to play on the front stairs of Mrs. Schum's boarding house, winter evenings after dinner. The red would run up into Lilly's face and her hands churn the white Until the break of day Lilly lay tense there on her little cot, toes Mrs. Schum's boarding house, to the man, turned out to Lilly's High "Lilly, aren't you ashamed to torture your mother like this?" cried Mr. Becker, his voice shot through with what for him amounted to a pistol "Now, little woman, mark my word, Lilly may feel that she is doing this "That's right, Lilly," he said, his eyes, with something new in them, Suddenly Lilly shot her hand out to her mother's arm, her fingers "You poor child!" said Mrs. Becker, stroking her hand, and her voice "Good-by, Lilly, and if I were you I'd have a little talk with mother	./cache/9858.txt	./txt/9858.txt