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doc#59 | change her methods is going to determine | her | ability to meet the challenge of this hour |
doc#148 | marriage, but why she had married a man twice | her | age, and more, perhaps, I did not know |
doc#141 | sky and wasteland it was easy to confirm | her | analysis. Here in the God-forsaken place |
doc#137 | speaking slowly, making an effort to control | her | anger. "You could burn down this whole |
doc#140 | enclosed her clammy hands and twined around | her | ankles. It crept into the open neck of |
doc#132 | her fears of annihilation. Abreaction of | her | anxiety and guilt concerning the death |
doc#140 | eating, Melissa took Sprite the kitten under | her | arm -- "so that Auntie Grace can teach |
doc#140 | dirt and bits of leaves off her clothes. | Her | arm bled slightly, and the offended skin |
doc#140 | preserve her balance, she fell, bruising | her | arm on a naked stone. For a moment, she |
doc#140 | maliciously above the earth. In spite of | her | attempt to preserve her balance, she fell |
doc#148 | or much care. </p><p> She was standing with | her | back to the glass door. Her form was silhouetted |
doc#140 | earth. In spite of her attempt to preserve | her | balance, she fell, bruising her arm on |
doc#137 | against the gelding. She finally regained | her | balance and got up in the saddle. Her hat |
doc#95 | accused civil servants were at work. </p><p> " | Her | basic hull form [a teardrop] and her nuclear |
doc#140 | table beside the door and went upstairs to | her | bedroom. </p><p> On her bureau lay a small |
doc#140 | dimly-outlined, ill-conceived figure of | her | benighted ancestor. His bright, daylight |
doc#133 | new skin under it red and angry. </p><p> | Her | blond hair was frowzy, her dress torn in |
doc#140 | her ankles. It crept into the open neck of | her | blouse and slid down her body, seeping |
doc#137 | this time he was quicker. He side-stepped | her | blow and she fell, stumbling against the |
doc#148 | strong light I could see the outlines of | her | body, a body that an artist or anyone else |