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doc#109 | selected a very different method for achieving | his | aim. He rejects all subjectively motivated |
doc#137 | brought the quirt down, slashing it across | his | cheek, and he tried to step back. She swung |
doc#105 | visit to the Frick Collection to admire | his | favorite paintings by Rembrandt and Franz |
doc#35 | Hunter College Campus in the Bronx. After | his | speech, reporters asked him about the report |
doc#142 | would withdraw -- and he would come after | his | son another time. He didn't want to put |
doc#115 | finds it in utter misery and desolation. All | his | people ask for is no more war. But he plunges |
doc#142 | Hank had gathered wood for a cookfire, and | his | wife was busy at it now. Conchita kept |
doc#146 | him. But he was more than half-drunk, and | his | faculties were dulled. Cobb unleashed a |
doc#89 | adopted son of a Washington attorney and | his | wife, who were murdered early today in |
doc#142 | had taken place in town, between him and | his | wife. She wished that she could talk to |
doc#139 | of his job, proud that Donald Kruger and | his | associates trusted him. He lived and breathed |
doc#115 | absorbed in his fondness for nature and | his | visions of Sweden's ancient glory. He liked |
doc#134 | forward to him. Gavin slipped his arms around | his | chest and hugged him fiercely. "All my |
doc#62 | defensive whiz, set "improved fielding" as | his | 1961 goal. </p><p> "I think I can do a better |
doc#143 | Ross had just started swinging an ax at | his | second willow when the distant blast of |
doc#146 | Palace and started that way with Cobb at | his | side. </p><p> Climbing the steps steadily |
doc#144 | Brenner's idea", Jess mumbled, dabbing at | his | nose. "He found out about you and Arbuckle |
doc#145 | handhold and wrestles". He looked down at | his | big hands and slowly flexed his long fingers |
doc#102 | one of the two red telephone receivers at | his | extreme left, right next to the big red |
doc#111 | hands in his pockets or to clench them at | his | side, to cross the street, or to continue |