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doc#138 tell. It was, I felt, possible that they were men who, having received no tickets for
doc#138 very far back into the hall, and my eyes were hindered rather than aided by the dim daylight
doc#138 Cigarette butts littered the floor. The big fans were going, drawing from the large room the
doc#138 underneath the ceiling. I had felt the draft they were making while mounting the stairs. The staircase
doc#138 there; indeed, my scholastic qualifications were such that he, a college graduate himself
doc#139 -room door, into the paved square. There were three other men within this prison whom
doc#139 Barton would have liked to liberate, but they were in other cell blocks. There was no chance
doc#139 slipped through the door. </p><p> Two men were on duty inside, playing pinochle, relaxed
doc#139 gun alongside the guard's head. </p><p> They were free. Even Barton could not quite believe
doc#139 in prison had taught him realities. They were in a fight, outweighed in both numbers
doc#139 cavalry couldn't come in there if two men were guarding that trail". </p><p> Barton nodded
doc#140 house, and stopped. All of her movements were careful and methodical, partaking of the
doc#140 symbol that remained of him. If she, Pamela, were being held responsible for his crimes,
doc#140 its secret bosom. Atonement, if atonement were possible, could only be made at that sacred
doc#140 faced the terrible possibility that, if it were a dream, it was one from which she might
doc#140 unguided, to deal with whatever hindrances were offered. It was a bold, dark castle of
doc#140 was standing in a thick grove. The trees were crowded so closely together that their
doc#140 stuck to the roof of her mouth and her teeth were clenched together in the rigid fixture
doc#141 muscles and nerves of his fine-drawn body were coiling for action, and that that action
doc#141 well-nigh impossible. Oil-field workers were a rough-tough lot. How could he exert authority