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doc#76 | . </p><p> I remember his beardown performance in |
doc#145 | swift swoop of his big arms, |
doc#145 | looked down at his big hands and |
doc#100 | Griffith, in his book, The |
doc#108 | simply not within his bounded province. </p> |
doc#145 | in place while his boys swung up |
doc#144 | . </p><p> Jess caught his breath in surprise |
doc#148 | stayed home; his bride opened the |
doc#89 | son told police his brother had run |
doc#146 | he delayed, his brows puckered. |
doc#145 | said, shoving his bullet-riddled |
doc#141 | the gun to his car -- he |
doc#105 | invaluable help to his career. " |
doc#115 | the masterpiece of his career. In |
doc#105 | he told of his career and wanderings |
doc#105 | , he relinquished his career as a |
doc#107 | Jay, abandoned his career at the |
doc#115 | the grave of his carefree and indolent |
doc#134 | told him how his cattle were being |
doc#137 | slashing it across his cheek, and |