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doc#76 | they say in the trade. </p><p> I remember | his | beardown performance in a meaningless exhibition |
doc#145 | choose his wife". With a swift swoop of | his | big arms, he grabbed Sally out of the circle |
doc#145 | handhold and wrestles". He looked down at | his | big hands and slowly flexed his long fingers |
doc#100 | views. Time's editor, Thomas Griffith, in | his | book, The Waist-High Culture, wrote: "... |
doc#108 | these matters; such are simply not within | his | bounded province. </p><p> Where are the writers |
doc#145 | notched-stick chair braces in place while | his | boys swung up the tailgate and tied it |
doc#144 | happened to Gruller". </p><p> Jess caught | his | breath in surprise. He started to reach |
doc#148 | was slightly indisposed and stayed home; | his | bride opened the store. I was waiting in |
doc#89 | said. </p><p> The younger son told police | his | brother had run from the house after the |
doc#146 | swung into the saddle, yet still he delayed, | his | brows puckered. "You owe it to Penny to |
doc#145 | Here's a present for you", he said, shoving | his | bullet-riddled hat down over Nate's purpling |
doc#141 | to take out a permit or return the gun to | his | car -- he had played into Lord's hands. |
doc#105 | participation were of invaluable help to | his | career. "By observing the conductor", he |
doc#115 | in 1897-8, he achieved the masterpiece of | his | career. In scope and power it can only |
doc#105 | quoted The Flying Dutchman, as he told of | his | career and wanderings, explaining that |
doc#105 | the duties of a conductor, he relinquished | his | career as a pianist. </p><p> Five years were |
doc#107 | along with Jefferson and Jay, abandoned | his | career at the bar, with considerable financial |
doc#115 | describes as a monument on the grave of | his | carefree and indolent youth. The hero, |
doc#134 | he had ridden to Gavin and told him how | his | cattle were being rustled at the far end |
doc#137 | brought the quirt down, slashing it across | his | cheek, and he tried to step back. She swung |