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doc#103 | in front of her . There were |
doc#104 | aged mother that her son Fought with |
doc#107 | a Pandora with her box opened; |
doc#109 | who never loosens her hold on a |
doc#109 | Marsicano feels that her ideas may have |
doc#109 | canvas. But her conscious need was |
doc#109 | . He lifts her , puts her |
doc#109 | her, puts her down, and |
doc#113 | One girl describes her past, her |
doc#113 | her past, her succession of broken |
doc#113 | she must justify her passion. If |
doc#113 | who disapproves of her life. She |
doc#115 | the wife, her husband has achieved |
doc#115 | the glory of her past and to |
doc#115 | and to incite her people to perpetuate |
doc#126 | she has left her feeding place, |
doc#126 | woke up from her winter sleep. |
doc#126 | has made up her mind, the |
doc#126 | constructing, in her chosen abode, |
doc#126 | incubating and guarding her eggs like a |