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doc#109 | spontaneous, as it is for Merle Marsicano. | She | , too, is concerned with "the becoming, |
doc#140 | felt or dreamt or imagined such a scene? | She | already knew this unwholesome, chilling |
doc#126 | pollen-and-nectar mixture called beebread. | She | also builds one or two waxen cups which |
doc#34 | stepping down after 35 years on the committee. | She | also was the original GOP national committeewoman |
doc#141 | , she found exactly the right statement. | She | began it deliberately, so that none of |
doc#141 | get going", she said impatiently. "I" -- | She | broke off, frowning. "What did you mean |
doc#137 | he never got the chance. She was quick. | She | brought the quirt down, slashing it across |
doc#137 | know how to handle you next time". </p><p> | She | brought up her free hand to hit him, but |
doc#137 | and pulled her out of the saddle. </p><p> | She | came down against him, and he tried to |
doc#135 | pistol. Susan halted Dean and kissed him. | She | clung to him, talking to him, and dabbing |
doc#126 | receive extra honey meals from their mother. | She | continues to add to the pollen supply as |
doc#140 | throat in ever-tightening circles. </p><p> | She | could not scream, for even if a sound could |
doc#135 | bounced to her feet and slammed the door. | She | crouched aside as bullets beat at the portal |
doc#140 | contrary, it seemed utterly reasonable. </p><p> | She | did not pause to consider what she would |
doc#133 | up. There's water in the house". </p><p> | She | didn't move or say anything. Her eyes were |
doc#134 | take it easy, boy", Clayton whispered. " | She | doesn't want you now. You take it easy, |
doc#133 | held the edge of the dipper to her mouth. | She | drank greedily, and murmured, "Thank you |
doc#105 | read notes before he learned the alphabet. | She | even devised a system of colors, whereby |
doc#137 | she fell, stumbling against the gelding. | She | finally regained her balance and got up |
doc#113 | pyschiatrist who disapproves of her life. | She | finds married life stifling and every prolonged |