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17178	Harben, Will N. (Will Nathaniel)	Westerfelt			.txt	text/plain	69391	5996	95	"I'm sorry," said Westerfelt, "but I don't know where my uncle keeps "You are jest like all the rest, I reckon," she said; "men think girls Just before Westerfelt went to bed, Bradley looked into his room. "How are they running?" asked Westerfelt, looking over the young man's Westerfelt stopped and looked straight into Wambush's eyes. Mrs. Floyd raised Westerfelt's head and turned his face upward. "You think, then, Luke," said Westerfelt, "that a good woman--a real "The left hand road leads to town, I believe?" said Westerfelt, riding know as it makes much difference one way or the other, but I hope, Mr. Westerfelt, that you won't mention what I said. "Harriet!" Mrs. Floyd looked straight into the girl's eyes as she "What did Mrs. Floyd say?" Westerfelt started, and looked Bates "I don't know," said Westerfelt. When Westerfelt went to bed that night after his talk with Mrs. Bradley	./cache/17178.txt	./txt/17178.txt