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doc#142 could talk to her mother about it. Not that her mother knew what had happened, but they
doc#140 that they ached; stifled her lungs so that her breath came in harsh gasps; clutched her
doc#140 sucked up the moisture in her mouth so that her tongue was dry and hard and stuck to the
doc#132 previous traumatic experiences flashed through her mind as if they had happened yesterday.
doc#135 and fell in a heap. </p><p> Susan bounced to her feet and slammed the door. She crouched
doc#140 she could but hope that her dedication to her mission would enable her to accomplish
doc#133 head, and held the edge of the dipper to her mouth. She drank greedily, and murmured
doc#132 persistent economic difficulties due to her husband's marginal income, her defense
doc#148 depth, cluttered with antiques, echoed to her hard heels as she walked directly to the
doc#133 stretched, then sat up, her hands going to her hair. "I'm a mess", she said, and suddenly
doc#133 table"? </p><p> "Of course". </p><p> She got to her feet, staggered, and almost fell. He caught
doc#140 frightened spasms, she lifted herself to her feet laboriously. She started to brush
doc#145 chamber pot beside her feet, and returned to her place at the front of the wagon with Alice
doc#148 thought I saw a faint surge of color rise to her neck and quickly suffuse her cheeks. True
doc#135 And using him, Mike McLish, as a sop to her pride. </p><p> He handed the bayonet to Dean
doc#142 wife. She wished that she could talk to her mother about it. Not that her mother knew
doc#140 table beside the door and went upstairs to her bedroom. </p><p> On her bureau lay a small
doc#148 that suffused her neck and moved upwards to her cheeks, and subconsciously I realized that
doc#132 B. compared her feelings of weakness to her feelings of weakness and helplessness at
doc#148 marriage, but why she had married a man twice her age, and more, perhaps, I did not know