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doc#139 | Kruger in his massive home in Burlingame. | It | reached the mines at North San Juan and |
doc#139 | mines at North San Juan and Bloomfield. | It | brought men out of bed and sent them into |
doc#139 | buckled in some prehistoric upheaval of earth. | It | was partially cemented by ages and pressure |
doc#139 | years ago they blew up some of our ditches. | It | cost us a hundred thousand dollars and |
doc#140 | As she drove, she thought about her plan. | It | was really quite simple. So simple, in |
doc#140 | made at that sacred, sacrificial basin. | It | was there that she would have to enact |
doc#140 | her shoulders warmly from time to time. | It | was not, thought Pamela, such an evil place |
doc#140 | The forest took on an impersonal aspect. | It | did not care what sort of person prowled |
doc#140 | deal with whatever hindrances were offered. | It | was a bold, dark castle of pine boughs |
doc#140 | atmosphere that was somehow grotesquely alive. | It | enclosed her clammy hands and twined around |
doc#140 | clammy hands and twined around her ankles. | It | crept into the open neck of her blouse |
doc#140 | through all the quivering pores of her skin. | It | crawled across her breasts, suffocating |
doc#140 | breasts, suffocating the life in her nipples. | It | circled her thighs, exploring with its |
doc#141 | however, Joyce sensed a growing tension. | It | poured out of him like an electric current |
doc#141 | had a legitimate reason for wearing it. | It | was payday for Highlands, and he was packing |
doc#141 | or the only one without a permit". </p><p> | It | was the wrong thing to say. By failing |
doc#141 | restraining hand on the field boss's arm. </p><p> | It | was strictly the deputy's game, but McBride |
doc#141 | inadvertently shoving him into a storefront. </p><p> | It | was practically the last move that McBride |
doc#142 | boss's wife and son to join the outfit. | It | especially bothered the older hands. </p> |
doc#142 | . He held a cigarette in his right hand. | It | was burning away, forgotten. His face was |