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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