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doc#137 | "He's a friend. His |
doc#137 | 've been to a man since you |
doc#138 | looked dapper in a lightweight summer suit |
doc#138 | that he, a college graduate himself |
doc#139 | miles. </p><p> In a small grove against |
doc#139 | Dill was neither a rancher nor a |
doc#139 | . </p><p> There came a ghost of noise |
doc#139 | thin, with a narrow face and |
doc#140 | . It was a bold, dark |
doc#140 | have come such a long distance -- |
doc#140 | to focus upon a direction in which |
doc#140 | to turn, a path to follow |
doc#140 | it might in a cave deprived of |
doc#140 | or imagined such a scene? She |
doc#141 | want to miss a word of it |
doc#141 | how I got a busted front spring |
doc#141 | , Joyce sensed a growing tension. |
doc#141 | mean trouble with a fella that's |
doc#142 | idle talk, a listless discussion of |
doc#142 | He'd started a fire and put |