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doc#126 | pollen-and-nectar mixture called beebread. | She | also builds one or two waxen cups which |
doc#140 | <p> She looked around. She was bewildered. | She | seemed to have come such a long distance |
doc#140 | mountain listen? </p><p> Pamela groped blindly. | She | had to escape. She had to move in some |
doc#148 | perhaps, I did not know or much care. </p><p> | She | was standing with her back to the glass |
doc#98 | John M. Bookwalter and Joseph Carpentier. | She | had been sentenced to 180 years in prison |
doc#137 | to say more, but he never got the chance. | She | was quick. She brought the quirt down, |
doc#140 | throat in ever-tightening circles. </p><p> | She | could not scream, for even if a sound could |
doc#34 | stepping down after 35 years on the committee. | She | also was the original GOP national committeewoman |
doc#137 | darkness, he would have appreciated company. | She | had helped him change his mind. </p><p> " |
doc#140 | course of the final execution of his crime. | She | locked the ignition, removed the keys, |
doc#148 | the rear and took the seat at his desk. | She | placed her palms, fingers outspread, on |
doc#133 | was still twenty feet from the front door. | She | lay there, making no effort to get back |
doc#135 | bounced to her feet and slammed the door. | She | crouched aside as bullets beat at the portal |
doc#140 | Pamela groped blindly. She had to escape. | She | had to move in some direction -- any direction |
doc#140 | hers must be the final act of expiation. | She | would return this symbol to the mountain |
doc#145 | Matilda could not believe her own eyes. | She | had spent too many hours looking ahead, |
doc#140 | occasionally passed did not reawaken her fear. | She | regarded them as signs that she was nearing |
doc#137 | within the far reaches of the firelight. | She | studied it for a long time. Then she turned |
doc#137 | she fell, stumbling against the gelding. | She | finally regained her balance and got up |
doc#140 | foreclosing every possible exit from the grove. | She | had been snared here by a vile sensuality |