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nyp.33433076046766	White Fred M.	The nether millstone, by Fred M. White	1907		.txt	text/plain	92428	7972	92	old Sir Ralph died two years ago, and my father came and haggard face, Dashwood's eyes gleamed like restless stars on a windy night. Like a thief in the night Lady Dashwood crept along till she came at length to the end "Ay, but they knew how to live and die like gentlefolk," Mary said bitterly. The sooner Mayfield and Mary came to an understanding and those cattle were cleared out of the house, the better. "Yes, yes," Lady Dashwood said in a strange thrilling whisper, "listening, and waiting for my chance. "It is the only way," Mary said; "Horace Mayfield about the place," Lady Dashwood said with a significance that puzzled Mary, though it was by no means "Mr. Ralph Darnley," Lady Dashwood said. "I did meet that man you name, but I can't understand how you came to know it so soon," Ralph said. "Never mind about Lady Dashwood for the present," Ralph said.	./cache/nyp.33433076046766.pdf	./txt/nyp.33433076046766.txt