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doc#137 | face. It didn't seem to tell her anything. | She | glanced around the clearing, taking in |
doc#133 | to the table"? </p><p> "Of course". </p><p> | She | got to her feet, staggered, and almost |
doc#98 | John M. Bookwalter and Joseph Carpentier. | She | had been sentenced to 180 years in prison |
doc#140 | foreclosing every possible exit from the grove. | She | had been snared here by a vile sensuality |
doc#137 | darkness, he would have appreciated company. | She | had helped him change his mind. </p><p> " |
doc#140 | into the station wagon beside her mother. | She | had offered to walk, but Pamela knew she |
doc#137 | the girl, wondering what was coming next. | She | had picked up the quirt and was twirling |
doc#133 | glazed as if she didn't hear or even see him. | She | had reached a point at which she didn't |
doc#145 | Matilda could not believe her own eyes. | She | had spent too many hours looking ahead, |
doc#140 | the cleansing effect of the sun's rays. | She | had the feeling that, under the mouldering |
doc#140 | mountain listen? </p><p> Pamela groped blindly. | She | had to escape. She had to move in some |
doc#140 | in the rigid fixture of her jaws. </p><p> | She | had to get away from here before this demoniac |
doc#140 | Pamela groped blindly. She had to escape. | She | had to move in some direction -- any direction |
doc#133 | she said. "That's all I'm sure of". </p><p> | She | helped him with the dishes, then he brought |
doc#137 | most good. If you were a man" -- </p><p> " | She | isn't, mister". </p><p> The voice came from |
doc#133 | was still twenty feet from the front door. | She | lay there, making no effort to get back |
doc#141 | and wife to him. Donna was like he was. | She | lived by the rules, never compromising, |
doc#140 | course of the final execution of his crime. | She | locked the ignition, removed the keys, |
doc#140 | offended skin cried out in pain. </p><p> | She | looked around. She was bewildered. She |
doc#141 | What else would I mean, anyways"? </p><p> | She | looked at him, lips compressed. Then, with |