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doc#143 | swinging an ax at his second willow |
doc#143 | yelled and lashed at the team and |
doc#143 | materialize anywhere, at any time, |
doc#143 | he killed none at all but merely |
doc#144 | and looked around at the lobby as |
doc#144 | . </p><p> Jess stared at him without answering |
doc#144 | saw Jess charging at him with a |
doc#144 | blow which started at the floor. </p> |
doc#144 | mumbled, dabbing at his nose. |
doc#144 | pointed his pistol at Jess. </p><p> " |
doc#145 | shirt and staring at the fresh bullet |
doc#145 | them waiting there at the foot of |
doc#145 | could not speak at all. Then |
doc#145 | He looked down at his big hands |
doc#145 | zealously chipping away at the register rocks |
doc#145 | wasn't nothing at all"! </p> |
doc#145 | Gran peered again at the week- |
doc#145 | to her place at the front of |
doc#145 | tied it tight at the ends. </p> |
doc#145 | <p> Hez looked up at the high face |