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17180	Hanshew, Mary E.	The Riddle of the Frozen Flame			.txt	text/plain	66593	5339	91	"Dash it, Cleek!" he said for the thirty-third time, "I don't know what by young Sir Nigel Merriton, whose clean-cut face was grim and whose Mr. Narkom's cordial nod brought from the young man a demand to see "Mr. Cleek," of whom he had heard such wonderful tales. Now, as Sir Nigel's story was a long one, and as the young man was "As true as the gospel, Sir Nigel!" said Borkins, solemnly. chap who told me said he saw another light come out the next night, and fresh air come night-time!" broke in Dollops with a little shiver of "So Sir Nigel was no good friend of this man Wynne's, then?" remarked "Very good, Sir Nigel," said the man and withdrew, leaving the door open doing the rest of the things that the man said Wynne was doing in the "Yessir," said Dollops, not knowing what else to say, for Cleek was	./cache/17180.txt	./txt/17180.txt