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33470	Roberts, Charles G. D., Sir	The Forge in the Forest Being the Narrative of the Acadian Ranger, Jean de Mer, Seigneur de Briart; and How He Crossed the Black Abbé; and of His Adventures in a Strange Fellowship			.txt	text/plain	51262	3514	90	Marc stood up,--lean, and fine, and a good half head taller than his "He cries untimely, as an omen of the ills to come!" said Marc, half "Farewell, Father," said he, in a firm voice, and turned upon me a look point, as I knew, lay the little creek-mouth wherein Tamin kept his "Look yonder, Father!" said Marc, pointing. "Our turn will come," said Marc, glowering darkly at the canoes. "Oh," said Marc, "the good father hates him cordially enough. "My son Marc, Monsieur de Ramezay," said I. "We'll see you again to-night or in the morning, my Tamin," said Marc. said, speaking so that each word seemed an hour long; 'red runs your "It's a message from Grûl," said Marc, the instant that his eyes fell "Marc, we'll fight them if needful," said I, lifting up my head. "If that is the Black Abbé's river," said she, with great eyes fixing	./cache/33470.txt	./txt/33470.txt