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doc#140 | flesh through all the quivering pores of | her | skin. It crawled across her breasts, suffocating |
doc#140 | slipped the ornament into the pocket of | her | slacks, moved down the stairs and out of |
doc#140 | her feet; bushes swished and scratched at | her | slacks; tree branches snapped as she pushed |
doc#148 | something about the contour of her face, | her | smile that was like New Orleans sunshine |
doc#98 | reformatory for women for the murder in 1935 of | her | son-in-law, Ervin Lang, then 28, appealed |
doc#104 | tulip stains; Go, tell his aged mother that | her | son Fought with a thousand foes, and he |
doc#140 | achieving this one goal. If, as she walked, | her | steps fumbled from time to time, she chose |
doc#132 | mother's death when she was eight, as well as | her | subsequent anger at her father for remarrying |
doc#113 | respectability. One girl describes her past, | her | succession of broken marriages, the abortions |
doc#137 | should I? I own the place". </p><p> She showed | her | surprise by tightening the reins and moving |
doc#145 | of the grub box, to ease the pressure of | her | swollen body on her bone-weary legs, and |
doc#140 | hard and stuck to the roof of her mouth and | her | teeth were clenched together in the rigid |
doc#98 | prison, but former Gov. Stratton commuted | her | term to 75 years, making her eligible for |
doc#140 | suffocating the life in her nipples. It circled | her | thighs, exploring with its icy tentacles |
doc#142 | children, attempting without success to keep | her | thoughts off Tom Brannon. </p><p> Tom Brannon |
doc#140 | pursuit of tranquillity, Pamela focused | her | thoughts on her husband. If, when this |
doc#140 | her breath came in harsh gasps; clutched | her | throat and sucked up the moisture in her |
doc#140 | by a vile sensuality that writhed around | her | throat in ever-tightening circles. </p><p> |
doc#137 | </p><p> "You own this place"? she said, and | her | tone had softened until it was almost friendly |
doc#140 | sucked up the moisture in her mouth so that | her | tongue was dry and hard and stuck to the |