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doc#142 | face almost ugly with the anger in |
doc#142 | in earnest conversation with her father and |
doc#142 | was hunkered down with his broad back |
doc#142 | face was clouded with unhappiness. </p><p> He |
doc#142 | . "Sitting with a cup of |
doc#142 | face was stiff with anger when they |
doc#142 | planks and banded with strap iron. |
doc#142 | Its windows glowed with lamplight. Deputy |
doc#142 | down at them with his hand on |
doc#143 | . For, with a single exception |
doc#143 | willing to swear with straight faces that |
doc#143 | sitting empty, with weeds growing high |
doc#144 | and fasten it with a sliding bolt |
doc#144 | into the stall with the frightened buckskin |
doc#144 | and caught Curt with a roundhouse right |
doc#144 | charging at him with a pitchfork. </p> |
doc#145 | evening to visit with Dan. His |
doc#145 | . Then, with a glory that |
doc#145 | and well doctored with simples, before |
doc#145 | me to follow with my black oxen |