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doc#136 | to the trees that lined the small creek. | His | legs pumped furiously, his long black hair |
doc#23 | Juvenile Delinquency and Youth Crime. </p><p> | His | sense of urgency in this matter stems from |
doc#145 | you've got all evening to visit with Dan. | His | wounds need dressing now". </p><p> Mrs. Jackson |
doc#135 | Shouldering the load he peered from the door. | His | looting of the orderly room had taken only |
doc#133 | his Winchester, and started downstream. | His | visitors had crawled through the south |
doc#147 | maneuverability, American on speed and firepower. | His | present maximum altitude, up against the |
doc#102 | thinkers financed by the U. S. Air Force. | His | investigations made him the Paul Revere |
doc#142 | right hand. It was burning away, forgotten. | His | face was clouded with unhappiness. </p><p> |
doc#112 | with slight inflections from the French. | His | tweed suit was a baggy gray and green. |
doc#1 | Hartsfield, in Fulton Superior Court Friday. | His | petition charged mental cruelty. </p><p> |
doc#137 | seemed to change her mind. "He's a friend. | His | name's Joseph Sanchez. Is there anything |
doc#100 | even in the presence of Southern friends. | His | assumption seems to be that any such friends |
doc#147 | above a thousand feet. It was frustrating. | His | earphones were constantly full of the sounds |
doc#134 | Clayton's horse had fallen lame in the Gap. | His | wife had said to him: "Nellie is in love |
doc#59 | general superintendent of Assemblies of God. | His | offices are in Springfield, Mo. Election |
doc#147 | slick between his palm and the stick grip. | His | air speed dropped until he thought he would |
doc#107 | to ratification almost single-handedly. | His | collaboration with Washington, begun when |
doc#147 | on the reflector glass in front of him. | His | hands shook. "Arm your guns, Sweeneys". |
doc#147 | the plane shuddered. Luck was with him. | His | burst held for a second on the engine section |
doc#112 | like Godot, he arrived before the hour. | His | letter had suggested we meet at my hotel |