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doc#148 | up, and her two arms encircled |
doc#95 | years, and her uncle, 76 |
doc#140 | something positive in her unenunciated, undefined |
doc#140 | the blood in her veins had congealed |
doc#137 | knee, taking her weight so that |
doc#95 | Portland home by her widowed mother, |
doc#142 | to come against her will. But |
doc#126 | woke up from her winter sleep. |
doc#141 | that none of her words would be |
doc#137 | and dangle from her wrist. </p><p> " |
doc#137 | and he grabbed her wrist. " |
doc#137 | time he caught her wrist and pulled |
doc#137 | twirling it around her wrist and smiling |
doc#95 | for bail. Her young British lawyer |