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doc#136 | war on now". </p><p> "You're wrong, Matt. | In | this country there's a war on every time |
doc#136 | he had told the others what he had done. | In | the brief moment I had to talk to them |
doc#136 | started to slump. </p><p> I forgot to aim. | In | my sights I watched him looming bigger |
doc#136 | The few survivors grudgingly turned away. | In | the distance we could hear the drums and |
doc#137 | perhaps, but badly in need of repairs. </p><p> | In | the last analysis, though, Wilson had little |
doc#138 | knowledge he possessed he forced upon me. | In | the mornings, I was informed, fluorescent |
doc#139 | suits of convicts. </p><p> Five miles. </p><p> | In | a small grove against the river they halted |
doc#140 | That was another one of those traps. </p><p> | In | her grim pursuit of tranquillity, Pamela |
doc#140 | that protruded maliciously above the earth. | In | spite of her attempt to preserve her balance |
doc#141 | through the motions of fixing her make-up. | In | his mood, it was the best way to handle |
doc#142 | I wait"? "Maybe in a year, Tomas ...". " | In | a year she'll like living in Clayton's |
doc#142 | his mother behind is not good". </p><p> " | In | my place, you'd follow such advice as you |
doc#143 | he helped out in their roundups. </p><p> | In | the cow camps, Tom Horn was regarded as |
doc#146 | attention at the distant crack of a gun. | In | town no one paid much attention to an occasional |
doc#147 | deviating from their original course. </p><p> | In | seconds, Greg made his decision. </p><p> |
doc#148 | one of those 15th or 16th century poets. | In | those days poems often told a story in |
doc#148 | my Aunt so well did her clothes fit him. | In | one hand he gripped firmly a parasol though |
doc#148 | suspected why he brought it along. </p><p> | In | the half darkness I approached cautiously |