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doc#138 | fronted. The river was only a few blocks away | but | an unbroken line of piers prevented me |
doc#138 | ever seen before. Its front was windowless, | but | irregularities in the masonry might be |
doc#138 | stopped by the counter. No one was behind it, | but | in the rear wall of the office I noticed |
doc#138 | realization necessary not only to my physical | but | also to my spiritual wellbeing. To this |
doc#139 | existence. The flat, hard cap was small, | but | he thrust it to the back of his head. </p> |
doc#139 | whom Barton would have liked to liberate, | but | they were in other cell blocks. There was |
doc#139 | could not see the man beside him clearly | but | he knew him thoroughly. For his first five |
doc#139 | <p> "The road's washed badly", said Dill, " | but | there's a trail you can get over with a |
doc#139 | nothing. </p><p> Normally Hague wasted no words, | but | now he found himself unable to stop their |
doc#140 | journey there with Grace, and she could | but | hope that her dedication to her mission |
doc#140 | one and the same time, she was within it | but | still searching for the drawbridge that |
doc#140 | through the grove. Not a breeze exactly, | but | a pocket of icy air that settled with a |
doc#141 | with secret amusement. "Not a danged thing | but | rattlesnakes, so I reckon I'll get the |
doc#141 | once before -- more than once, actually, | but | on one particularly memorable occasion. |
doc#141 | there was gangster money in the company, | but | that had nothing to do with him. He was |
doc#141 | </p><p> It was strictly the deputy's game, | but | McBride had gone too far to throw in. Now |
doc#142 | that her mother knew what had happened, | but | they could speculate upon it. But her mother |
doc#142 | building on Main Street. A lamp burned inside, | but | Brannon, peering through the window, saw |
doc#142 | from all sides. No man laid a hand on him, | but | the threat of violence was there. His face |
doc#143 | highly doubtful, that he killed none at all | but | merely let his reputation work for him |