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32232	Various	The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 16, No. 94, August, 1865 A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics			.txt	text/plain	86541	4168	73	Barbara worked till her taper little forefinger looked like a "Madam," said Captain Penrose, "a carriage ought to be by this time at "Yes, mother," said Barbara, her heart moved by a thrill as natural as "I shall go to the Bee no more, mother," said Barbara; "besides, I have "Mind what you say, Barbara!" said Mrs. Dinwiddie. a little man in black, with a postman's big pocket-book in his hands, "Yes, Captain Penrose," said Dinwiddie, "I hope you'll not drop our "Said it was a fine day, most like," returned Barbara, intent on put on a very agonized face, and showed the whites of his eyes, as Mrs. Dinwiddie looked towards him. At the time Lord Russell came into power, Mr. Bright was regarded as would turn, I thought, with open, questioning eyes, and perhaps look And the good old people said it with feeling,--though, over and over, at	./cache/32232.txt	./txt/32232.txt