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doc#138 | resembled nothing I'd ever seen before. | Its | front was windowless, but irregularities |
doc#138 | at such a rate recently that I now found | its | realization necessary not only to my physical |
doc#140 | Pamela turned the wheel, guiding the car to | its | familiar parking spot close to the house |
doc#140 | that unnamed, unnameable pool harbored in | its | secret bosom. Atonement, if atonement were |
doc#140 | wonder Melissa responded so completely to | its | beckoning. </p><p> Perhaps she had no reason |
doc#140 | in league with her and her child ... that | its | sympathy lay with the Culvers ... that |
doc#140 | undefined struggle with the mountain and | its | darkling inhabitants. </p><p> Having persisted |
doc#140 | did not care what sort of person prowled | its | woods, plucked at its bark or stripped |
doc#140 | of person prowled its woods, plucked at | its | bark or stripped the berries from its bushes |
doc#140 | at its bark or stripped the berries from | its | bushes. Unconcerned, indifferent, unmotivated |
doc#140 | more abundant growth and man's follies with | its | own musical evening laughter. Red man or |
doc#140 | slaughter and beneficence; knowing that | its | ageless mass would always dwarf the short |
doc#140 | the forest -- a solid being that clapped | its | hand over the murmuring mouths of the birds |
doc#140 | trees. Silence walked at Pamela's side, | its | presence numbingly close, yet too far for |
doc#140 | nipples. It circled her thighs, exploring with | its | icy tentacles. It entered her body with |
doc#140 | the ghastly intimacy of an incubus, and | its | particles, spreading, creeping, crawling |
doc#141 | Lips pursed mournfully, he stared down at | its | crazily sagging left side. Then he hunkered |
doc#142 | outfit -- known as the Slash-B because of | its | brand -- reached Hondo Creek before sundown |
doc#142 | skirt of Macklin's coat, took his gun from | its | holster, tossed it onto the desk. "Too |
doc#142 | rain to the big house on Houston Street. | Its | windows glowed with lamplight. Deputy Marshal |