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doc#103 navigating his way across the flatland. </p><p> " Do you always navigate like this"? I asked
doc#133 murmured: "You're very kind, Mr. Morgan. Do you take in all the strays who come by"
doc#134 Clayton had to stoop to catch the words. " Do you remember Big Charlie"? he whispered
doc#134 Clayton in a childish kind of wonder. " Do you mean" -- he asked almost shyly -- "
doc#141 you, and by God you're going to listen. Do you hear me? You're going to listen"! </p>
doc#141 him. "We aim t' be see-lective, y'know? Do n't like to bother no one unless we have
doc#142 <p> "Just come along", Brannon told him. " Do n't start anything you can't finish". </p>
doc#142 desk. "Too much fooling around", he said. " Do n't press your luck, badge-toter". </p><p>
doc#142 at them with his hand on his gun. </p><p> " Do n't try it", Brannon told him, dismounting
doc#142 starting up the steps with his men following. " Do n't get yourself killed for something that
doc#145 hands and slowly flexed his long fingers. " Do n't reckon there's nobody out there, 'cept
doc#147 carabao not airplanes". </p><p> "We'll make out. Do n't you worry, chief", Greg replied, wondering
doc#148 ". </p><p> "But you" -- she began. </p><p> " Do n't worry about me. It will turn out all