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05-prairie_012-1804	James Fenimore Cooper	05-prairie_012-1804	1804		.txt	text/plain	4192	168	69	Here he sat lolloping about the rock from light till noon, doing nothing but schemeschemeschemewith seven as noble boys at his elbows as woman ever gave to man; and what's the upshot? You appear not to sleep, my very kind and worthy Mrs. Bush, he said, determined to commence his applications with a plaster that was usually found to adhere; you appear to rest badly, my excellent hostess; can I administer to your ailings? What would you give me, man? grumbled Esther; a blister to make me sleep? Say rather a cataplasm.	cache/05-prairie_012-1804.txt	txt/05-prairie_012-1804.txt