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doc#145 | our dust", Rod protested. </p><p> "Sally and | her | ma want to trade off on account of Harmony |
doc#145 | reassuringly, concerned by the pinched look around | her | mouth. "Like enough we'll all be up on |
doc#146 | brows puckered. "You owe it to Penny to give | her | a chance to explain that she was defending |
doc#147 | the check-out procedure. </p><p> "I've got | her | as neat as I can", Donovan said, as he |
doc#148 | the store with a woman and introduce me to | her | as my new Aunt. They were married over |
doc#148 | There was something about the contour of | her | face, her smile that was like New Orleans |
doc#148 | something about the contour of her face, | her | smile that was like New Orleans sunshine |
doc#148 | like New Orleans sunshine, the way she held | her | head, the way she walked -- there was scarcely |
doc#148 | forgive me if I seem to dwell too much on | her | physical aspects but I am an artist, accustomed |
doc#148 | 's eye, the clothes drop away and he sees | her | as she really is. And that is the way I |
doc#148 | really is. And that is the way I first saw | her | when my Uncle brought her into his antique |
doc#148 | way I first saw her when my Uncle brought | her | into his antique store. </p><p> That she |
doc#148 | thought I saw a faint surge of color rise to | her | neck and quickly suffuse her cheeks. True |
doc#148 | color rise to her neck and quickly suffuse | her | cheeks. True, she was my Aunt, married |
doc#148 | marriage, but why she had married a man twice | her | age, and more, perhaps, I did not know |
doc#148 | or much care. </p><p> She was standing with | her | back to the glass door. Her form was silhouetted |
doc#148 | strong light I could see the outlines of | her | body, a body that an artist or anyone else |
doc#148 | clicked in this instance, but I treated | her | circumspectly and I felt that she knew |
doc#148 | help out for a few hours even my looking at | her | was surreptitious lest my Uncle notice |
doc#148 | glanced at me surreptitiously. I felt that | her | eyes were undressing me as if she were |