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7789	Moore, George	Memoirs of My Dead Life			.txt	text/plain	100503	5090	81	the ship threw a little circle of light, moving always like life life is that "If she likes to come round to the studio when one's work "Doesn't she look like my picture now?" said Octave. The dear old man said of course he remembered, and that he As I looked across the bay, Doris seemed but a little thing, almost There were many little things which helped to pass the time away. Doris looked at me, and thinking her eyes more beautiful even than the "Yes, I like it, but I am thinking of the Doris that lived two "I am longing," said Doris, "to see that beautiful red drawing-room memories, I said, "Play me a waltz, Doris; I would hear an old-time "Will you come for a walk?" I said, thinking that the gardens might said made her look like an old gipsy woman, and the sunlight fell on	./cache/7789.txt	./txt/7789.txt