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doc#136 | . What do we care"? </p><p> Reverend Jason | was | understandably bitter. "It was a terrible |
doc#138 | forced to admit that the delay in my case | was | unusual. When I asked him what, if anything |
doc#147 | the panic of vertigo. He had no idea which | was | up and which was down. He held the controls |
doc#145 | and him and me fixed up his wagon while we | was | waiting for you to catch up. He's got the |
doc#142 | reached Hondo Creek before sundown. The herd | was | watered and then thrown onto a broad grass |
doc#146 | hurried that way, not remounting till he | was | well below the level of the surrounding |
doc#137 | that she was so pretty. But her prettiness | was | what he had noticed first, and all the |
doc#143 | a hero, as the same kind of champion he | was | when he entered and invariably won the |
doc#136 | man kicking a melon. Above me a dark rider | was | whipping his pony with a quirt in an attempt |
doc#138 | nothing I'd ever seen before. Its front | was | windowless, but irregularities in the masonry |