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doc#144 | in an attempt to knock Curt's brains out. | His | aim was hurried; so the pitchfork whistled |
doc#147 | slick between his palm and the stick grip. | His | air speed dropped until he thought he would |
doc#100 | even in the presence of Southern friends. | His | assumption seems to be that any such friends |
doc#138 | men. When the phone rang he answered it. | His | authority extended to the far edge of the |
doc#59 | His substitutionary work on the cross -- | His | bodily resurrection from the dead -- and |
doc#107 | first Cabinet as Secretary of the Treasury. | His | bold fiscal program and his broad interpretation |
doc#140 | conceived figure of her benighted ancestor. | His | bright, daylight mind would whistle away |
doc#147 | the plane shuddered. Luck was with him. | His | burst held for a second on the engine section |
doc#115 | nearly all the rest of his life in Sweden. | His | cause was to commemorate the glory of her |
doc#107 | to ratification almost single-handedly. | His | collaboration with Washington, begun when |
doc#85 | degree burns of the face, neck and back. | His | condition was reported to be fair. </p><p> |
doc#87 | was partially paralyzed on the right side. | His | condition was said to be, "fair". </p><p> |
doc#102 | Wisman, below, would listen in and act. | His | consoles can give him instant contact with |
doc#8 | insurance and pipeline companies". </p><p> | His | contention was denied by several bankers |
doc#101 | astonished a nineteenth-century statesman. | His | duty was to his sovereign and to his nation |
doc#147 | above a thousand feet. It was frustrating. | His | earphones were constantly full of the sounds |
doc#110 | without the base alloy of hypocrisy". [ | His | emphasis] </p><p> When the Southern States |
doc#59 | bodily resurrection from the dead -- and | His | exaltation to the right hand of God. SUPER |
doc#102 | Beallsville, Ohio, is a quiet but impressive man. | His | eyes are steady anchors of the deepest |
doc#136 | could smell woodsmoke, grease, and oil. | His | eyes were dark, fluid, fearful, and he |