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doc#95 | Portland home by her widowed mother, 80, | her | maiden aunt, also 80 and bedridden for |
doc#148 | something about the contour of her face, | her | smile that was like New Orleans sunshine |
doc#133 | angry. </p><p> Her blond hair was frowzy, | her | dress torn in several places, and her shoes |
doc#133 | to sleep". </p><p> "Oh". She stared at him, | her | eyes wide as she thought about what he |
doc#132 | difficulties due to her husband's marginal income, | her | defense of denial was excessively strong |
doc#113 | respectability. One girl describes her past, | her | succession of broken marriages, the abortions |
doc#140 | she could not catch her breath and then, | her | breath returning in short, frightened spasms |
doc#133 | rubbed her eyes and stretched, then sat up, | her | hands going to her hair. "I'm a mess", |
doc#140 | achieving this one goal. If, as she walked, | her | steps fumbled from time to time, she chose |
doc#115 | their lives is now fulfilled, says the wife, | her | husband has achieved immortality. Not so |
doc#140 | knew she would not feel comfortable about | her | child until she had personally confided |
doc#137 | Judith Pierce. It was the only thing about | her | that was the least bit hard to remember |
doc#140 | destination. </p><p> As she drove, she thought about | her | plan. It was really quite simple. So simple |
doc#140 | trees that whispered their secrets above | her | head as she passed. Was it not possible |
doc#140 | quivering pores of her skin. It crawled across | her | breasts, suffocating the life in her nipples |
doc#145 | by ourselves". </p><p> "Sally", admonished | her | mother, "you've got all evening to visit |
doc#142 | head. "I won't force Beth to come against | her | will. But I'm going to have my son". </p> |
doc#137 | girl tapped the quirt impatiently against | her | knee and glared at him. He took it without |
doc#95 | civil servants, Miss Ethel Gee, 46, and | her | newly devoted friend, Harry Houghton, 55 |
doc#133 | frowzy, her dress torn in several places, and | her | shoes were so completely worn out that |