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doc#144 | drew back his right fist. </p><p> "Tell me | about | Arbuckle! You killed him, didn't you"? </p> |
doc#144 | mumbled, dabbing at his nose. "He found out | about | you and Arbuckle talking. He wanted to |
doc#145 | And he's with the Jacksons"! </p><p> "What | about | Burnsides"? Hez asked, who still believed |
doc#145 | the day. Nor could they stop and find out | about | all that had happened until they made circle |
doc#145 | body on her bone-weary legs, and worried | about | all that might have happened to Sally. |
doc#146 | streets and freight rigs and teams were moving | about | . Although they were forced to maintain |
doc#146 | was bothering to note anything or anyone | about | him. Fierce anger surged through Russ. |
doc#146 | seen. </p><p> A man knocked the roulette ball | about | idly in its track, and another dozed at |
doc#146 | return this money to Colcord and tell him | about | it, Russ". He started to return it. </p> |
doc#146 | events. "Gyp Carmer couldn't have known | about | Colcord's money unless he was told -- and |
doc#146 | figured pretty close. Dismounting, Russ looked | about | hastily. Toward the west this depression |
doc#146 | dirt flying behind him, and flashed a look | about | . Early in November the clouds lifted enough |
doc#147 | green hills of Leyte were lost in the clouds | about | halfway up their slopes. Underneath him |
doc#147 | only a few hundred yards wide with just | about | room enough for a properly performed hundred |
doc#147 | . The ceiling stayed solid above them at | about | eight hundred feet, and at times the sheer |
doc#147 | feet, and at times the sheer cliffs seemed | about | to close in. If the other pilots were worried |
doc#147 | and plunged back into the valley. He was | about | to make a gas check on his flight when |
doc#148 | Sometimes I wondered vaguely what he did | about | women for my Aunt, by blood, had died some |
doc#148 | woman who oozed sex. There was something | about | the contour of her face, her smile that |
doc#148 | indisposition. Even as she was telling me | about | it I became aware of a give-away flush |