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4948	Osbourne, Lloyd	Love, the Fiddler			.txt	text/plain	43969	2692	86	"I knew it would end the way you wanted it, Frank," she said. "I never liked you so well as I do now, Frank," she said. "Good-bye," she said, and stood looking after him as he walked "I am afraid I do, Florence," he said, blushing like a boy at her "Frank," she said, slowly, fixing her lustrous eyes on his face, This was said with such a little ring of kindness that Frank was Florence's mother, a dear little old lady who did tatting and read "There are times when I think a heap of you," said Florence "Ze day will come," he said, disregarding her question, "I think "The poor young man's ship's come home," I said. "Do you know me, old man?" I said. "And it was in a place like this that my boy died?" said the old the old lady said, went!	./cache/4948.txt	./txt/4948.txt