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doc#140 | forest had become an alien world where |
doc#140 | ghastly intimacy of an incubus, and |
doc#141 | feet gave him an almost delicate appearance |
doc#141 | of him like an electric current, |
doc#141 | straightened him with an uppercut. A |
doc#141 | go scot-free, an officer who had |
doc#142 | 'd been in an angry mood: |
doc#143 | <p> The exception was an Iron Mountain settler |
doc#143 | created and magnified an image of himself |
doc#143 | just started swinging an ax at his |
doc#143 | had spread-eagled on an ant hill, |
doc#143 | , to dispense an ancient brand of |
doc#143 | good money in an era when top |
doc#144 | door, only an iron hook which |
doc#144 | Pistol-whipping an unarmed man might |
doc#144 | the handle in an attempt to knock |
doc#146 | floor and affording an unusually good view |
doc#146 | sight. Muffling an exclamation, Russ |
doc#146 | <p> How much of an accident could that |
doc#146 | much attention to an occasional shot; |