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14527	Phillpotts, Eden	Children of the Mist			.txt	text/plain	179283	12898	89	years of foreign paarts, I should think, Mr. Grimbal?" said Phoebe. Then Billy Blee, the miller's right-hand man, opened to him. 'Twas very like to come arter last night, if things went gal, like Will an' Phoebe, do knaw theer minds? "Doan't knaw, 'zactly; but things might fall out if he got to like you, wickedness of the world," said Chris; "yet I knaw no man can say sweeter like to take law into his awn hands, as any man of noble nature might in man's a poor left-handed thing 'bout a house. mist, but he knew better; he was a man who had thought a bit in his time piece like Martin Grimbal ackshually comed all the way to Newtake not Of regular attendants we may note Mrs. Blanchard and Chris, Martin Grimbal, Mr. Lyddon, and his daughter. man wi' a gude heart most times, to tell me what you 'm gwaine to do	./cache/14527.txt	./txt/14527.txt