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doc#59 | change her methods is going to determine | her | ability to meet the challenge of this hour |
doc#135 | took Julia Fortune in his arms. He kissed | her | also, and with deep tenderness. She too |
doc#141 | sky and wasteland it was easy to confirm | her | analysis. Here in the God-forsaken place |
doc#140 | all, that the forest was in league with | her | and her child ... that its sympathy lay |
doc#135 | tenderness. She too began to weep. He released | her | and joined Mike. "All right", he said. </p> |
doc#140 | the shadows and the trees that resisted | her | and tried to fling her back. Her own body |
doc#137 | speaking slowly, making an effort to control | her | anger. "You could burn down this whole |
doc#140 | enclosed her clammy hands and twined around | her | ankles. It crept into the open neck of |
doc#137 | look at his face. It didn't seem to tell | her | anything. She glanced around the clearing |
doc#140 | eating, Melissa took Sprite the kitten under | her | arm -- "so that Auntie Grace can teach |
doc#140 | preserve her balance, she fell, bruising | her | arm on a naked stone. For a moment, she |
doc#135 | crossbars. </p><p> Mike rolled to Susan, grasped | her | around the knees, dragging her off her |
doc#148 | the store with a woman and introduce me to | her | as my new Aunt. They were married over |
doc#147 | the check-out procedure. </p><p> "I've got | her | as neat as I can", Donovan said, as he |
doc#148 | 's eye, the clothes drop away and he sees | her | as she really is. And that is the way I |
doc#140 | maliciously above the earth. In spite of | her | attempt to preserve her balance, she fell |
doc#140 | direction -- any direction that would take | her | away from this evil place. </p><p> She thrust |
doc#140 | trees that resisted her and tried to fling | her | back. Her own body protested, aching painfully |
doc#140 | table beside the door and went upstairs to | her | bedroom. </p><p> On her bureau lay a small |
doc#140 | dimly-outlined, ill-conceived figure of | her | benighted ancestor. His bright, daylight |