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14249	Isham, Frederic Stewart	Half A Chance			.txt	text/plain	64508	5021	87	"Sir Charles, let me present to you Mr. Steele," said Captain Forsythe. John Steele took the small gloved hand she gave him; her eyes were very came in; John Steele looked at it a moment, walked to a mirror and "Sir Charles Wray's?" John Steele regarded the speaker quickly. "Lord Ronsdale!" John Steele looked perfunctorily around toward the back "John Steele!" Lord Ronsdale looked abruptly round. "Why, man, you look ill!" Captain Forsythe, turning to Lord Ronsdale, Steele's ride in the park, a little man with ferret-like eyes at a dusty "I should like to have a look into John Steele's library; I've heard Sir Charles looked at him quickly; John Steele's face recovered its John Steele moved quickly down the narrow path; his eye had but time to Lord Ronsdale!--John Steele's hat shaded his eyes; he stopped to pick a eyes turned to John Steele; her look seemed to express just a shade of	./cache/14249.txt	./txt/14249.txt