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18057	Reed, Myrtle	Flower of the Dusk			.txt	text/plain	76911	6137	91	"Never mind, Barbara," said Miriam, in a low tone, as they rose from the Roger sat in Ambrose North's easy chair, watching Barbara while she Roger, one volume at a time, Barbara had come into the world-wide "Why doesn't your father like to have me come here?" asked Roger, "Barbara," cried the old man, with sudden passion, "if you ever love a A little before nine o'clock, the blind man came to kiss Barbara "I'm so glad," said Barbara, giving him a cool, soft little hand. "It's Barbara, you know," said Roger. "Miriam, tell me--does Barbara look like her mother?" His voice was full "Barbara," said the old man, as he entered the room, "your Daddy has "Mother left a letter with Aunt Miriam," said Barbara, gently. Barbara--that she loved another man, that Ambrose North was not to know "I think I'd like to have Barbara and Roger.	./cache/18057.txt	./txt/18057.txt