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doc#140 | forehead, the impulse prompted by a stray | thought | -- of the type to which she was frequently |
doc#133 | something. He'd be an idiot to let them stay he | thought | , but he couldn't send them on, either. </p> |
doc#140 | pretend too much assurance. That mistake, she | thought | , had cost her dearly these past few days |
doc#112 | told me that Beckett "hates life". That, I | thought | , is at least one thing I can find out when |
doc#110 | sacrifice their lives is not the error of their | thought | , which their opponents see and attack, |
doc#137 | tall and dark-skinned, a half-breed, Wilson | thought | . And he was handsome, despite the long |
doc#133 | table. They looked a good deal alike, Morgan | thought | . Both had blonde hair and blue eyes, and |
doc#134 | to him. </p><p> California is too far, he | thought | . He would never reach California. He was |
doc#140 | forgiveness. </p><p> Perhaps it was insane, Pamela | thought | . Perhaps it was all a vividly conceived |
doc#141 | a gun. And he really feels that way, she | thought | . That's really all he's got, all he is. |
doc#147 | a bit and shoot up with him. Perfect, he | thought | . </p><p> With the rapid rate of closure, |
doc#136 | <p> My God, how long is he going to wait, I | thought | .... </p><p> Montero's rifle cracked. At |
doc#102 | more Russians and Communist Chinese, too -- | thought | about accidental war. </p><p> The first systematic |
doc#140 | ostensible destination. </p><p> As she drove, she | thought | about her plan. It was really quite simple |
doc#133 | She stared at him, her eyes wide as she | thought | about what he had said; then she murmured |
doc#110 | peacefully by compromise, rather than clear | thought | and timely action. Even so, confusion in |
doc#133 | were a pair of lost, whipped kids, Morgan | thought | as he went to bed. </p><p> Gavin paused wearily |
doc#144 | started to reach for his gun, but apparently | thought | better of it. </p><p> "That's the stuff", |
doc#145 | himself up for the evening. Damn it, he | thought | bitterly, picking up his shirt and staring |
doc#67 | told me if I'd work on my place-kicking he | thought | he could use me", said Moritz. "So I started |