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doc#133 | He picked her up, sliding one hand under | her | shoulders, the other under her knees, and |
doc#140 | eating, Melissa took Sprite the kitten under | her | arm -- "so that Auntie Grace can teach |
doc#140 | unnecessarily noisy. Twigs cracked loudly under | her | feet; bushes swished and scratched at her |
doc#133 | hand under her shoulders, the other under | her | knees, and carried her into the house. |
doc#137 | handle you next time". </p><p> She brought up | her | free hand to hit him, but this time he |
doc#126 | their nest in moss. Once she has made up | her | mind, the queen starts out by constructing |
doc#137 | about it. That girl last night, what was | her | name? Judith Pierce. It was the only thing |
doc#142 | did. He was in earnest conversation with | her | father and the old vaquero, Luis Hernandez |
doc#141 | well in unexplored country. And even with | her | limited knowledge of such things, she knew |
doc#140 | His presence would have interfered with | her | duty. </p><p> The mountainside grew steeper |
doc#107 | enemy to it be regarded as a Pandora with | her | box opened; and the disguised one, as the |
doc#148 | or much care. </p><p> She was standing with | her | back to the glass door. Her form was silhouetted |
doc#132 | death of her parents, when linked up with | her | current feelings of anger and her fears |
doc#140 | even if a sound could take shape within | her | parched mouth, who would hear, who would |